#but I wanna dig the shinies out of the games

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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

more than you'll ever know

tags/ warnings: game designer! jungkook || non-idol au || established relationship || angst || slightly better communication (yippee) || slight comfort || the start of sex fiend jungkook

word count: 1.1k

notes: no taglist !!!!!!!

☆ collaboration with @bonny-kookoo 💞 ☆

☆ series masterlist

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There’s beat of silence, seconds pulling out into what feels like minutes. The words repeat throughout your mind, sticky resentment clawing up your throat. His phone screen goes black, pitiful reflection of yourself staring back at you.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, pinch of an ache dispersing from between your eyes as you force down a wave of tears. Because what is worse than unfiltered sadness in moments like these, will always unfortunately be hard-headed pride.

Something a little duller aching in your chest, denial veiling your heart as you finally work up the courage to look at him.

His eyes are still wide, mouth open a little with shock, unsure to what you had seen, what he should say.

“Fuck you” you cry, throwing his phone at him, pain ebbing across the expanse of his chest as it hits him square over where his heart resides.

Before the words can even leave his mouth, you’ve scooted off the bed, scuttling into the bathroom. The door slams, click of the lock echoing in Jungkook’s ears.

He turns towards the bathroom door, glancing down at his phone. His tongue presses into his cheek when he sees part of the message, running a hand over his face.

He hears the door to the shower click shut, silence following in the moments after. His feet dig a little deeper into the carpet as he waits, listening if you were going to turn the water on, or if this was a false defence mechanism. More physical walls between the both of you as you slowly craft the more brittle ones of your mind. The tether that was holding the both of you together slowly fraying it seems. Days of watching you, eyebrows constantly marred, pretty face downturned, every thought locked inside the dark corners of your mind.

“Y/n?” he knocks on the door, “Open up”

He hears a hiccup of a sob when he presses his ear to the wood.

“Baby, you’re worrying me, let’s talk” he urges, “Come on”

You pull your knees up to your chest, hands pressing over your cheeks to dry them a little as you swallow down another sob.

“Go away” you shout, “I hate you”

You watch as he pushes at the door handle, another quickfire of knocks vibrating at the door. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder if he’s able to knock the door down with raw strength alone, if this was a sliver of respect, he held for you not ramming into it until he was stood before you.

“My love, as much as I’m sure a tantrum is wanted, we need to talk about whatever is happening” he tells you, tugging at the door until the hinges rattle a little.

“I don’t talk to cheaters!” you cry, bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

Jungkook pauses, cogs of his mind slowly whirring to life as his hand pauses, millimetres away from the door.

“Cheater?” he calls out, “Who’s cheating?”

Your feet pad against the tiled floor, lock clicking before you tug the door open. Jungkook’s lips tug down into a frown when he sees you, eyes red-rimmed, bleary with tears, cheeks shiny.

“I saw your phone Jungkook” you snivel, “If you didn’t wanna be with me anymore, why didn’t you say?”

Jungkook’s mouth tips open, utter disbelief wracking throughout his entire being.

“Woah hold on” he shakes his head, “First off, no one’s cheating”

“Your phone—” you start, blinking up at him when he gently presses his finger over your lips, “Don’t shush me” you push his hand away.

“But I need you to listen” he instead takes your hands, thumbs running over your knuckles.

“Maria, Jungkook. Who is she?”

“Oh!” he pauses, “She’s helping me with something”

You pull your hands away from him, stumbling back into the bathroom a little.

“What?” you deadpan, “Getting your dick wet?”

He splutters a little, “No! Why would you even think that?” he shakes his head frantically, “I don’t even know if people her age can get wet—” he stops when he catches your eyes, sheepish grin working its way onto his lips.

“That’s beside the point” his fists clench at his sides, unease still worming its way into his heart, “There has never been a point I haven’t wanted you. I don’t think you realise how much I love you, It’s scary sometimes”

The words catch in your throat, swallowed down when he opens his mouth again.

“Just, please trust me for a little longer. I know I’ve been busy; we haven’t spent much time together… I’ll make it up to you I just need a little bit longer.”

You press the palms of your hands into your eyes, alleviating some of the ache.

“I’m staying at a friend’s house tonight” you say, long drawn sigh easing some of the tension in your chest.

“Huh?” Jungkook’s eyes widen by a fraction, hands lifting to hold you, only to hover slightly.

“I’m sick of this constant push and pull” you murmur, “I’m tired, Jungkook”

He nods, swallowing as his eyes flit across your face.

“If that’s what you want…” he nods, “I’ll drive you there. Do you want to eat before you go?”

You glance up at him, “It’s fine, I’ll take the bus”

He shakes his head, “It’s getting late, I’d prefer if you let me take you. You don’t even need to talk to me on the way… you can choose what we listen to as well” he adds.

The both of you just stand there for a moment, a fraction of the weight on your shoulders lifted.

“Hey” he murmurs, “Come here”

You step towards him, an arms distance still between the both of you.

The faintest smile pulls onto his lips, “Closer”

“What if I don’t want to?” you say, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Then you don’t have to” he shrugs, “You know you’re in charge of your own comfort. Just wanted a hug before you left, I’ve missed you”

You swallow, fingers itching to hold onto him. You take another step forward, arms slipping beneath his own. You press your face into his chest, bottom lip quivering as your forehead presses over his heart.

“You know I love you right?” he whispers, arms squeezing you that little bit tighter.

You shrug, eyes closing when he rests his cheek against the top of your head.

“More than you’ll ever know” he hums, “I’ll make you something to eat while you pack a bag, okay?”

And with that you’re alone, phantom kiss he left you with, lingering on your heated cheek.

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[lil-purple-mouse-writes]

I thought I was done, but these characters are still running about my head and I wanna do something about it. So, here are some more things that I think would've been really fun to see because we didn't get to see much character interaction during Mochi Mayhem.

Penny got Kieran a smart phone and he was hooked. Not only does Kieran give off major Tumblr vibes, but he would have an account dedicated to his Furret or Hydrapple. (Un)surprisingly, it is very popular.

Carmine and Nemona would get into plenty of fights, but not because they wouldn't get along. Carmine is a competitive person who hates to lose; while Nemona is a competitive person who hates to lose, but in a friendly way. It's no secret that Nemona shows other people how much she cares about them by battling them, so she would try to suggest some friendly competitions so she could get closer to Kieran and Carmine. This would be a cute idea, except Carmine would get too caught up in the competition part and Kieran would have to remind his sister about the friendly part. This would die down after a bit, but it would still be fun to watch.

Penny, everyone really, would love to snuggle with Kierans Furret and he would lose his mind getting to hug Penny's Eeveelutions. (Mainly Flareon, look at that floof!) Both their Pokemon are just so fluffy and, as a fellow introvert, the best way to become friends with another person is to just sit quietly and play with animals.

Picnic event where everyone makes a sandwich and has to guess who made which one. I think Carmine would put extra onions in her's to make a dig at her brother, and Kieran would purposefully make one that was too bitter or spicy to mess with her. (The picnic stuff doesn't get as much love and I think this would've been really cute.)

Sneaking into Area Zero to relax, only in the upper portion far away from the lab; shiny hunts, which would get out of hand quickly; ect.

And finally..classic, that I know can't be in the actual game:

Grandma Hideko: Children, isn't this a 23 year old movie?

Penny, Arven, Carmine, Kieran, Nemona, and the Protagonist: SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME THE WORLD WAS GONNA ROLL ME-

#pokemon violet #pokemon sv #pokemon kieran #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #pokemon arven #pokemon carmine #pokemon mochi mayhem #pokemon indigo disk #pokemon teal mask

[cvlutos]

hey there! I just commented on one of your posts and as I was reading it, I had an idea and was wondering if I could brainstorm w you cause I wanna fan girl w someone

Imagine if Reader always tries to escape the Neighborhood. Every time they get past the Neighborhood, they only ever manage reach the edge of the woods. And then everything goes white.

And they wake up as a different person in the show. A newly introduced character and every time, they have to fight to escape again.

When R first wakes up in the neighborhood, they retain all their memories of their past life for only a minute and then they disappear completely.

pls lemme know if you have any thoughts on this!!

No cause this would be so interesting! Was supposed to write a drabble and instead wrote a whole thing. Oops

HIS GAME!!

✦ | Apr.08th.2023 | —K |

✦ | Wally Darling | Gn!Reader

✦ | Chasing | Your Trapped | Yandere | No Chance of Escape |

✦ | Synopsis: How many times must we do this, neighbor? |

"Stop it!"

Your voice is hoarse, panicked, angry, frightened. Once pristine black shiny shoes covered in dirt and mud, your clothing rip and torn, as your nails claw and push against the tall, almost fake pine trees. Desperate to get away, needing to get out.

Trees bend and sway, shivering and jumping as the ground begins to change, turning soft and grabbing the soles of your shoes, the edge of your clothing, pulling you—yanking you—tugging you into the ground that swallowed you. You scream, cry out in utter pain, hands clawing at the gooey surface, your body frantically fighting. Ink-like hands grab at your face, pulling your cheeks and dragging you downward, muffling your screams, digging into your eyes. Your vision blurs into pure white.

'How many times must we do this, neighbor?'

You awake with a jolt, you don't have time, tumbling out of your bed with shaky steps, nearly throwing aside your large night stand as you fumbled for a heavy sharp piece of wood, drawing a shaky tally into the wall, your breathing is erratic as the door to your home opens and footsteps near closer to your bedroom.

You don't have time.

Your vision is spotty, salvia slipping past your lips desperate, exhaustion filling your bones as you slump to the floor. A soft sigh drawing your attention as he stands in your doorway, you can make out the smallest smile and wave, before sleep overtakes you.

'WELCOME HOME'

The note is written with a red crayon, spelled out with a multiple different signatures. Julie, Barnaby, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, Howdy, & Wally. You can't help but smile at the kind letter, each of your new neighbors taking time to greet you, even though they've never met you. You dust off your colorful clothing, tightening the straps of your red shoes, and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the front door, taking time to inspect your familiar forever home, everything was perfect.

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.

With familiar perfect colored walls and perfect sized windows. Yet before you can do much more, someone knocks. Once, then twice, before a final three times. Each knock following a musical pattern, that makes you bound happily on each step as you open the door. The sun is bright and shining, the birds always singing as you come face to face with someone you immediately know.

"Hi Neighbor!"

"Wally Darling!" You call his name, like you would an old friend, since that's what he is! Your best friend, your closest friend in the whole wide world. He matches your happiness, tipping his head to you as he elegantly bows, "the one and only."

You smile widens at his antics, watching him stand again and straighten out his blue cardigan, fixing the yellow buttons to all line orderly. "Welcome Home, Neighbor! Now, let us not dilly dally, the others are excited to finally meet you!" He gives you no other second, taking your arm in his as he ushers you out of the house. He walks you down the familiar roads, pointing out all of your neighbor houses, and all the interesting things to do throughout the day.

Things you're familiar with, things you've done before.

"Wally! And Neighbor!" Before you can react, a big ball of blue takes over your vision, lifting out off your feet and hugging you, voices all shouting in chorus, one you've heard before.

"Welcome go the Neighborhood!!"

Time and Time again.

There's a certain unease that follows. Another tally. That lingers behind you like a shadow after every step you take in your ruby red shoes. Another tally. A feeling that tells you over and over and over and over, that something isn't right. Another tally. He isn't right.

You aren't right.

These blue shiny shoes aren't yours. Another tally.

These glittery hair pens don't belong to you. Another tally.

These eyes. This hair. These clothes. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you.

'How many more times must we do this, neighbor?'

It was a mere accident, ripping up the wall paper behind your night stand, revealing the large wall filled tally marks. Each line ffranti, hazardously marked as if whoever wrote them was doing so quickly, with escape written in messy letters.

This is how it always begins. Every time you find this wall, every time you see the tally marks, a tally mark you once drew, you remember. You're trapped and must escape.

"No matter how many times we do this, you always remember... I don't understand why you want to leave, Neighbor."

Wally stands in your bedroom doorway, shoulders slack, as he lets out a sigh, his smile returning. "But it's okay Neighbor! You must really love this game. And I'll keep playing until your absolutely satisfied!"

He steps to the side, waving out his arm to you, motioning towards the open door, to the open exit.

And you run.

Another tally.

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

#t.manor.horror.stories #yandere welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home x reader

[thewritingisconsumingme]

dancing

summary: johnny takes bi han out clubbing

warnings: suggestive :)

Bi Han felt his eye twitch as he watched Johnny dig through his closet to find something suitable to wear. Liu Kang had ordered the assassin to bodyguard the actor because there had been some sightings of Shang Tsung across Earthrealm, but that didn’t mean Bi Han was happy about it. The actor was insolent and proud and much too boisterous to even spare Bi Han a moment of peace. Despite the threat that Shang Tsung might appear and try to harm and/or kill Johnny, the actor still wanted to go out and have a night of fun at some VIP club and would not change his stance. Something about maintaining his reputation.

Right now, Bi Han had his arms folded across his chest, a disapproving glare directed toward Johnny and an irritated scowl etched into his face as Johnny finally pulled out an outfit, a purple sleeveless turtleneck and a form-fitting skirt.

“Perfect! Now, I just gotta find something for you to wear.”

“No.” Bi Han somehow had an even deeper scowl on his face as Johnny laid out his own outfit and started to rummage through his clothes to find something for the assassin to wear.

“What do you mean no? You can’t exactly go out wearing that. You’ll stand out like a sore thumb.” Johnny didn’t even glance back, just moving to another part of his closet to find something a bit looser but still form-fitting.

“I am not changing.”

“You’re changing. I have an image to uphold, and your current outfit is just going to look weird in public.” Johnny retorted back, pulling out a shiny blue dress shirt and black dress pants. “Here, change into this. Bathroom’s on the right. Tell me if it’s too tight. Unless you wanna change with me.”

Johnny shot Bi Han a wink, and the assassin snatched the clothes from Johnny and hurried out of the closet into the bathroom to change, hiding the blush on his cheeks. A few moments later, he walked out of the bathroom and found Johnny sitting on the bed, his legs and arms on display. Bi Han had to avert his eyes in case he stared for too long. Despite his annoyances toward Johnny, Bi Han admittedly found the actor attractive. Johnny whistled at the sight of Bi Han.

“Looking good, grandmaster blueberry ice! But, here.” Johnny hopped off the bed and strutted over to the assassin and rolled up the sleeves of Bi Han’s shirt. The grandmaster hadn’t noticed before, but Johnny’s hands were manicured and quite soft against Bi Han’s own rough skin. Bi Han tried not to think of another scenario where Johnny’s hands would be touching him. After the actor had finished, he pat Bi Han’s arm twice before heading toward the bathroom.

“There’s food and alcohol in the kitchen, and the TV has every channel and streaming service. I gotta go and finish up my look. I’m sure you can keep yourself entertained.” Johnny disappeared into the bathroom, and Bi Han wandered around the mansion. It was decadent, overpriced and filled to the brim with objects that Bi Han couldn’t even imagine the price of. Sitting down onto the couch, which was probably worth more than everything in Bi Han’s room combined, the assassin just tried to calm himself. He could not afford to be distracted. Especially by Johnny. However, as he tried to clear his mind, images of Johnny’s slim waist, his soft lips, how he would look debauched, how good he would look with the tears running down his face, how his manicured hands would look wrapped around-

Bi Han growled and suddenly stood up, spotting the alcohol cart by the couch. Uncorking the bottle, Bi Han poured himself a generous amount of the amber liquid and tried to forget his thoughts.

After what felt like ages, Johnny finally made his way down the stairs, the tell-tale sound of heels clicking against the marbled floors. Bi Han had finished his drink by then, trying to nurse it slowly.

“Oh perfect! You’re already pre-gaming!” Johnny smiled, and Bi Han couldn’t stop his heart from lurching. The man had on red lipstick, a dark eyeshadow and perfect eyeliner. His hair was styled to perfection. He looked gorgeous. Bi Han could drop to his knees right now and worship the actor. Fortunately, Bi Han managed to stay upright and just poured a glass for Johnny.

The actor took the drink, downed it, and poked his tongue out to catch the last few drops of whiskey hanging from his lips. Bi Han turned his head away and poured himself and Johnny another glass, trying to beat down the filthy thoughts arising in his mind.

“Alright, let’s get fucked up!” Johnny clinked his glass against Bi Han’s, and they drank. When Johnny finally determined that they were drunk enough, they headed outside to the chauffeur waiting for them and sat in the car. Bi Han sat still in the car, though a red blush had started to creep its way up his neck, and Johnny was a gigging mess on the other side of the seat. After they finally arrived at the club, Johnny hooked his elbow around Bi Han’s, flashed a few pretty smiles to the press, and dragged him inside the club to the bar. There, Johnny ordered and immediately two fruity drinks with small umbrellas slid toward them.

“Let’s have fun!” Johnny handed the drink to Bi Han. While Johnny polished off the drink quickly and ordered a few shots, Bi Han was content to sip on the drink, letting the buzz of the previous alcohol pleasantly settle in his head. The actor sauntered off to the dance floor, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself but let his eyes wander up and down Johnny’s figure. The sleeveless turtleneck emphasized his muscles, and the skirt barely covered Johnny’s ass. His long and tanned legs were on display, and Bi Han couldn’t help himself from ogling the actor.

The assassin just watched for a while as Johnny danced in the club, keeping a close eye on the actor, but he felt something dark curl in his stomach when another man grabbed onto Johnny’s hips and started grinding on him. Even worse, Johnny didn’t seem to mind and simply smiled and laughed. Bi Han scowled and downed his drink, emboldened by the alcohol in his system, and walked onto the dance floor, grabbing Johnny away from the man and pressing himself flush against the actor.

“Oh, feeling jealous, are we?” Johnny wrapped his arms around Bi Han’s neck and pressed his body even closer into the grandmaster.

“Shut up and dance.” Bi Han grinded into Johnny, and the actor flashed a shit-eating grin before reciprocating Bi Han’s movements. For a few songs, they both stayed in each other’s arms, just dancing against each other, but as the alcohol fully settled into Bi Han’s body, he couldn’t help but to admire Johnny. His makeup and hair were done to emphasize his most attractive traits, and the assassin wanted to do nothing more than take the man to bed and ruin his perfect image. Bi Han found his head leaning down until their lips were only a breath apart. Johnny’s pupils were blown out and wide, a slightly dazed look in his eyes. He glanced between Bi Han’s lips and eyes, and that was all the assassin needed.

Bi Han smashed their lips together, teeth clashing painfully as they both groaned into the kiss. Johnny’s hands trailed up into Bi Han’s hair, tugging at the strands, and Bi Han dug his fingers into Johnny’s hips deep enough to leave bruises. They continued to make-out on the dance floor, not really caring that they were taking space from the other people dancing.

“Wanna-wanna get out of here?” Johnny pulled away, cheeks flushed and his lipstick smeared around his face. Bi Han was sure there were some lipstick marks on his face as well. Bi Han just dragged them both off the dance floor, and Johnny called for a cab. By the end of the night, Johnny was most definitely ruined, and Bi Han wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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[miyuhpapayuh]

15. Do you know what today is? It's our anniversary.

"For today's prompt, I want you guys to dig deep. I want this to be about the passion that's in your hearts— whether it be for something you love, someone you love— whatever it is, I need you to put it on paper."

Stevie taps her pen against her cheek twice, before beginning to scribble something down.

Her head may as well have been in the clouds, since today was her and Rod's six month anniversary.

God, time has flown!

Being woken up out of her sleep to a phone call that lasted all of an hour, listening to him explain all the ways that he loved her, was definitely the best way to start her morning— even if it was a tad bit, before the birds woke up, themselves.

Halfway done with her paragraph, the door opens and Miss Johnson clears her throat.

"Well, Stevie, you have a visitor."

Stevie's cheeks immediately turn red. She places her pen down and looks up to see Rod with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.

"Oh my God," she covers her face as a couple of her female classmates giggle.

Quickly standing from her seat, the pair head into the hallway and away from the door.

"Babe," she grabs each side of his face and presses her lips against his, "you're so cute!"

"Would I be cuter if I said, this was just the beginning?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making her laugh.

"What else do you have planned, boy?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," he opens her hand and places the bouquet inside, "I just came by to drop these off, cause I couldn't wait to see your face."

"A whole bouquet, again. I peeped the switch up, babe." She giggles, messing with the petals.

"Well, you deserve more than just one rose, at this point. You deserve more than roses, at this point. I wanted to up my game." He smirks.

"Com'ere." She beckons him with her long, pink fingernail. He happily obliges, pressing his lips back to hers.

"Happy anniversary , beautiful."

"Happy anniversary, baby."

"I'm gettin' lucky, tonight?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Hm... whatchu think?"

He wraps his arms around her waist, going back in for a kiss, sloppy enough to make his entire bottom lip shine in her strawberry lip gloss.

Briefly tugging on his bottom lip, she lets it pop back in place.

“Your lips are shiny." She softly giggles, slowly moving out of his grasp.

"I wear it, proudly." He jokes, releasing her to move back towards the classroom. "I'll see you later."

"Okay," she blows him a kiss as he walks backwards down the hallway.

She heads back into her class, confidently strutting back to her seat as a couple of jealous eyes follow her.

"Hey.... Stevie, right?" The only ginger in her class, whispers from beside her.

Turning towards her left, Stevie gives her a smile. "Yeah. I didn't catch your name..."

"It's Brittany. You and your boyfriend are the cutest couple I've ever seen!"

"Thank you." The blush is still evident on her cheeks.

"Does he have a brother or..." another girl chimes in, causing Stevie to giggle.

"No, but he's got a couple friends!"

"Put us on, girl! We want that mushy love, too!"

"Alright, ladies," Miss Johnson says with a slight smile, "lets refocus."

"Happy anniversary, you dorks." Tyler sits on the opposite side of the table and slides a tray of homemade cupcakes their way.

"Awww, thanks Tyler!" Stevie coos.

Rod pulls the lid off and hums a laugh, staring down at the pink and red cupcakes with tiny stick figure couples drawn on each one.

"Very creative, my g."

"You're welcome! So, what y'all got planned?"

"I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you." Rod replies, biting into one of the cupcakes.

"And, we know you're a man of his word." Tyler throws her hands up, laughing. Stevie rolls her eyes.

"He's only acting like that, cause it's a surprise."

"Well, it must be something extra special, then."

"It is! She's just gotta trust me and be patient." He scoffs.

"I just wanna know if I should dress up or not."

"Hm.... you actually don't have to. It'd be best to be comfortable."

She raises an eyebrow at him, trying her damnedest to figure out where he's taking her.

"You're not gonna figure it out, babygirl."

"That won't stop her from trying," Tyler wheezes a laugh, watching Stevie's nose wrinkle up.

"Screw the both of you."

"Ooooh, pretty roses and pretty people!" Claire claps at the sight of her favorite couple, besides her own.

"Wassup, clairvoyant!" Rod teases, leaning on the freshly cleaned countertop. Claire sucks her teeth.

"What did I tell you about that nickname?"

"I thought you liked it." He shrugs.

"Her exact words were, what kind of corny ass nickname is that?" Stevie interjects, earning a high five from Claire.

"Nowhere in that, did I hear dislike. I just heard you call me corny." He chuckles.

"Boy," she rolls her eyes, "get your arms off my counter!" She grabs the towel out of her back pocket and swats him with it.

"Yes, boss lady." He salutes her, causing Stevie to snicker.

"You're super annoying, Roderick."

"Alright, Alaina. Keep it up and you won't be going anywhere." He half threatens.

"I don't even know where we're going." She quips.

"And, you won't." He deadpans.

"That's fine. I guess I'll just take back all the things I bought you, then. I've still got the receipts." She blinks, grabbing her apron off the hook.

"Hm." They stare at each other for a solid five seconds, before he cracks a smile. "What you buy, daddy?"

"Oh dear God," Claire balls up a napkin and tosses it at his head, before walking into the back.

"It doesn't matter, cause I'm taking it back."

"Gimme them flowers, then."

She moves them away from him, before he can reach out to grab them.

"No! They're too pretty, babe." He stares at her pouty expression.

"You're such a baby, you know that?"

"I'm your baby, so that makes it okay." She leans on the counter, meeting him halfway for a goodbye kiss.

"Thanks for dropping me off."

"Mm, if we had more time, I woulda did more than drop you off." He kisses her again, muffling her groan.

"The day isn't over, yet."

"Keep talkin' like that and we won't make it out of the house."

"No, we're gonna go wherever it is that you planned."

"You're gonna love it, too."

"You promise?"

"I do." One more kiss and he's backing away from the counter. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"What time do you get off?"

"Six."

"Aight, I'll be here around 5:45."

"Alright."

He heads out of the door and a couple of people head up in his place, along with Alana.

"Hey, beautiful!" She greets Stevie with a kiss on the cheek.

"Wassup, girlfriend?" She replies, before tending to her customers.

"Runnin' a little late, but I'm here." She puts on her apron and pulls a couple of people from Stevie's line into her own.

"Everything alright?" Stevie glances in her direction, before reaching behind her for a napkin to wipe off the cup of coffee.

"Yeah. As soon as I left school, I went straight home and took a nap. I guess I lost track of time."

"Ah," she nods, "I got you. Well, Claire understands, I'm sure."

"Yeah, of course. I just like being punctual, you know?"

"I do." She pats her back.

Back across town, Rod locks his front door and drops the shopping bags onto his hardwood floor.

He heads into his kitchen and slides the buttercream cake into his fridge. As soon as he sits his keys down, the house phone starts ringing.

He immediately answers. "Hey, mama."

"Happy anniversary, baby boy." The boyish grin spreads across his face.

"Thanks, ma."

"What do you have planned for the occasion?"

"I'm taking her to Coney Island."

"Aw, that's cute! I haven't been there in so long. She's gonna love that."

"Man, I hope so. I didn't wanna do the traditional dinner date, like we usually do. I wanted to put some excitement in it."

"You're doing great, dear. Don't sweat it."

"Okay. I've got a few hours to kill, so I might take a nap to kill these nerves—"

"Go smoke a blunt, like you normally do, chile. You'll be fine!" He laughs at her brash response.

"You'd think I was talkin’ to one of my boys, right now.”

She hollers in response. “I'm not that bad, am I?”

“That shit was hella funny, man. But, ima go take a nap, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, I love ya. Give Stevie my love, too."

"Will do. I love you, too."

"You smoke? Your eyes are red?" She asks, lacing up her orange converses.

"That and I just woke up, not too long ago." He leans against the wall, watching her pull her matching hoodie over her poofy hair.

"You look good." She tugs on her jeans and smiles.

"Thank you. So do you."

Sliding her chapstick in her pocket, she meets him near her bedroom door, staring up at him like a little kid.

"You ready?" He asks, already knowing the answer.

"Duh!"

He chuckles, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the house and into his Jeep.

"I got something for you." He reaches inside his jacket and hands her a blunt.

"You know the way to my heart, don't you." She grabs the lighter out of his glove compartment and sparks it.

"I would hope so. Plus, your gifts are waiting for you on your couch, when we get back."

"Yours are in my room. I'm surprised you weren't peeking around."

"That's cause I know what a surprise is."

"I know what a surprise is, Roderick." She rolls her eyes. "A girl can't be surprised?"

"You checked my pockets as soon as I got in the door!" He chuckles.

"Maybe, I was looking for gum..." she trails off, turning her gaze towards the window, continuing to smoke her blunt.

"Yeah, you knew that sounded stupid, too." He shakes his head.

Roughly an hour later, Rod parks his car down the street from their destination, so Stevie can still be surprised.

"Where are we?" Stevie asks, pulling on the strings of her hoodie.

"We're here." He sarcastically responds, poking her nose.

Her low eyes light up. "Really?"

"Really. Stay put for a second, okay?"

"Okay." She grabs his face and kisses him, causing him to smile against her lips.

Getting out of the car, he opens the back door and grabs his camera, hanging it around his neck by the strap and turning it on.

Pulling the key out of the ignition, he puts it in his pocket, closes his door and heads over to her side, opening her door and focusing the camera on her.

"Aight, babygirl." He holds his hand out for her to grab, but she just looks up goofily at the camera.

"Babe," she giggles and covers her face, "you're taping this?"

"Yes! I gotta get your reaction on camera. Is that okay with you?"

“Of course!”

He reaches out to grab her left hand, pulling her out of the car, closing the door behind her.

"Ugh, you're so cute." He locks the car up and pans the camera down to the linked fingers.

"I love you, Vie."

"I love you too— oh my gosh!"

Releasing his hand, she covers her mouth and stops walking, staring at the carousels, rides, ferris wheel and red and white striped tents ahead.

"You really brought me to Coney Island?" Her voice comes out small as her eyes start to water.

"You like it?" An underlying trace of uncertainty follows his question.

"I love it!”

Forgetting about the camera for a split second, she clings to his body like a second skin, smothering him with her kisses.

"I love you," she kisses his cheek, "I love you so much."

"I know," he proudly shrugs on the outside, while internally thanking God that she actually likes it.

"Come on!" The pair practically run to their unclear destination.

"Where to first, babygirl?"

"Hm... let's go to Luna."

"Lead the way." She cheeses and grabs his hand, heading through the pink and green, wheel- decorated gate. Rod pans his camera up to catch the view, along with the deep periwinkle sky above them.

"Ooh, I've always wanted to go on the thunderbolt!" Stevie jumps up and down like a little kid.

"Let's go ride it, then!"

After riding almost everything in both parks combined, they find a table and plop down, along with their snacks, prizes and funnel cakes.

"You got enough footage, there?" She asks, watching him stare at his camera.

"Mmmhm," his eyes dart to hers and back down, "I just need one more thing, but it can wait."

"What?" She asks, licking the powdered sugar off her fingers. He shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. I'll capture it, one day."

"You're such a freak, Roderick."

"I didn't even say any—"

"Mmmhm." She mocks him, tearing off another piece of her funnel cake.

"What time is it?"

"A little after eight. You ready to go?" He asks.

"I just wanna give you your gifts, before it gets too late."

"Aight, we can head home, then."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. We've done everything there is to do. You got your bear, one of those goofy ass pictures they drew of us, ate your body weight in sweets— I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself." A satisfied smile sits on his lips.

"I always enjoy myself when I'm with you. This was the cutest date we've ever been on and it's definitely my favorite."

"Your favorite? Ya boy got it like that??"

She playfully rolls her eyes and stands up from the table.

"Get your goofy ass up and take me home."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay, so at first, I really didn't know what to get you, cause shopping for boys is damn near impossible, but because I know you like the back of my hand... I found a couple of things!"

Placing the bags in front of him, she sits on the edge of her bed, while he scoots closer to her in the rolling chair.

Rummaging through the first bag, he pulls out a dark blue hoodie with a matching velvet durag. "Aw man, shorty done bought me the velvet!"

"I take it, you like it?"

"Duh! What else's in here?"

Picking up the smaller bag, he pulls out a long black box. He raises an eyebrow in her direction, but she just motions for him to open it.

"What is this, vie?"

"It's a gift, negro. Open the box!" He slowly opens, revealing the fourteen karat gold necklace with the word 'Vie' written in the prettiest cursive.

"Wow," he runs his finger along the necklace. "I don't know how to express this, without soundin' like a bitch." They both laugh.

"You love it, don't you?"

"Man, you make me wanna cry, sometimes. This is beautiful."

"Aww, don't cry!" She grabs the box out of his hand and pulls the necklace, standing up to put it on him.

"Now, we're twins!" She cheeses, widely.

"Your turn." He taps her thigh and quickly slides the pink bags her way.

She instinctively goes for the smallest bag, but he stops her. "Let's save that one for last."

"Okay..." she drags out, going for the next bag. She pulls out a notebook with different poems stamped on the front of it in calligraphy.

"Awww, I needed a new one, too!" She playfully thumps his knee, before reaching further into the bag, pulling out a photo album with a picture of them from one of their summer dates, taped to the front; Stevie clad in a figure hugging blue dress, with a slight tinge of attitude in her eyes from it being so humid, and Rod on her left with a wide grin on his face.

"Oh my God," she opens it up and finds a couple more pictures of them, standing in front of her full length mirror. She hadn't even noticed that he was taking pictures of her, because she was busy fixing her hair.

"Ugh," she drags her finger underneath her eye, catching the tears before it could actually fall. "Why you gotta make me cry?"

"You've got one more to open, babygirl." His eyes dart back to the small bag.

"Jesus," she reaches inside and grabs the small black box, immediately looking up at him. "Rod, what is this?"

"Hm, open it and we'll find out.," he smirks, watching her shaky hand pop the box open. The gasp that leaves her mouth delights him.

"You got me a promise ring?!" She gawks at the silver oval diamond with purple accents, before he takes it out of the box and slides it on her finger.

"It's really corny, but you deserve it. I'll never break any of my promises, babygirl. We're half a year in and I don't ever wanna stop, you hear me?"

She giggles, wiping away another tear.

"Heard you. I love you," she pulls him in for a kiss. "I love you so much."

"I love you, more."

"I've got something else... it's a gift for both of us."

She strides towards her closet and then scurries to her bathroom with a bag in her hand.

"You should've put it on for me," he shouts, chuckling to himself.

"Nope, cause I'd never get it on!" She shouts back.

"Shit... you've got a point."

Giggling to herself, she steps out of her remaining clothes and pulls out the silk, baby pink negligee that she picked up from saucy.

Tyler finally told Stevie about the boutique that she shops at and she didn't waste a second, heading inside and almost going broke on their selection.

Dropping her clothes into her hamper, she heads back across the hall, stopping at the doorway.

Rod leans forward and places his arms on his knees, beckoning her with a single finger. Biting her bottom lip, she strides towards him, stopping a couple centimeters from his face.

"You look so fuckin' good." He rubs his hands up and down her sides, smirking when he doesn't feel anything underneath. She bats her lashes.

"Fuck panties, huh?" He looks up at her.

"Who needs em, when they're just gonna come off, anyway. It's easier access." She throws her leg over his, leaning down to kiss him.

Pulling his T-shirt off, she tosses it behind her and pushes him back into her pillows, reaching for the button on his jeans.

"Wait, wait.," he grabs her hands and motions for her to come closer. She crawls into his lap and he moves her up on his chest.

"What are you doing?" She asks, watching him lick his lips.

"Trying something different. You aight with it?"

"Y-yeah, just warn me next time." She jokes, while he pulls her lower body onto his face, lightly trapping her clit between his plump lips.

She places her hands on his shoulders, while the bottom of her dress slightly covers his face.

"Oh shit.... that feels so good." She moans, pressing her fingers into his skin as he dips his tongue into her.

Gripping the bottom of her dress, he travels back up to her clit, suckling it into his mouth. Tossing her head back, she cries out.

"Fuck, baby!" His sucking becomes fervent, causing her to try and lift up, but he grabs her hips, keeping her in place.

"Okay— oh fuck!" Her hands cover his own, trying to pry them off her hips.

He groans against her, making matters worse. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Her hands grip the top of his head as she gyrates against his mouth. A chain of profanities fly from her lips as she unravels right on his tongue.

Pressing kisses against her inner thigh, his deep chuckle sends her closing them around his face. "I can't feel my legs..." she breathes.

Sliding off of him, she lays on her back as he hovers over her, wrapping her left leg around his, still clothed, waist.

Snaking a hand in between them, she unbuttons his jeans and tugs on them, "take these off."

"Yes ma'am." He pecks her lips, before stripping down, putting a condom on and crawling back between her legs, sinking into her in one fluid motion.

He swallows her moans with a french kiss, while he digs into her as deep as possible. Her hands wrap around his body, tightly.

Pulling away for air, she deeply gasps, feeling him tap on her spot. "Right there, baby..."

Staying right where she needs him, he stuffs his face into her neck, sucking and kissing on her hot spots.

Tingles of pleasure shoot through her body, making her chest press against his, involuntarily.

"Shit..." her nails dig into his back, making him wince slightly. "Faster,"

Obliging, his strokes increase as he begins slamming into her. Her mouth falls open, her harsh breathing runs in with her never-ending moans.

Pulling away from her neck, he hovers over her, pecking her bottom lip. "I'm making you feel good?"

"Yes,"

"Yeah?" He smirks, watching her eyes roll back.

"Yessss— don't stop!"

Sliding a hand underneath her head, he gently grips a handful of her hair, pulling it back to expose her neck. Placing sweet kisses along her skin, he continues to dig into her.

Moving her hands up to grip his shoulders, she wraps her legs around his waist. "I'm gonna cum!" She whines with her head tossed back into the pillows.

"Cum for me, babygirl." Her body goes rigid against him as her walls suck him up, causing him to slightly hunch forward and firmly plant his hand on the bed, beside her head.

Continuing to rock inside of her, her grip on his shoulders tightens.

"Fuck!," her body shudders as he gradually comes to a stop, knowing she can only handle so much.

"I love you," Rod whispers against her lips, unhooking her legs from around his waist.

"I love you, too."

"Roll over on your stomach, for me."

Sensually flipping over, she pulls her dress off and puts that famous arch in her back, causing Rod to grunt from behind her. "I really wanna go easy on you, tonight.... but you play too much."

"What if I don't want you to go easy on me?" She looks at him over her shoulder, as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"Is that right," he chuckles and grips her hips, pulling her towards the edge of the bed and pushing the middle of her back down, further.

"Mmhm— ooh!" He slaps her ass.

"You sure this whatchu want?" He asks, wrapping her hair up in his hand, ultimately pushing the side of her face into the mattress.

"Yes, daddy." She places her hands on his thighs, feeling him slide all the way inside of her.

"Daddy, huh?." He chuckles to himself, beginning to drive in and out of her with an intense force that sends her clawing at his thighs.

"Ohh fuuuuck!"

"Shut up," he grunts. If this were any other instance, she'd be pissed, but in this case, she's more aroused than ever.

The clapping of her ass against his thighs, sounds throughout the room, adding to their pleasure.

"What we celebratin' today, babygirl?"

"Mmm! Our anni–fuck!" Her legs tremble as he hits her spot. Releasing her hair, he wraps his hand around her throat.

"Come on, babygirl... what's today?"

"Our anniversaryyyy! That's my spot, baby!" She pushes his leg, only to have him grip her arm up with his free hand.

"Right here?"

"Ughhh,"

"This the spot that make that pussy cry? Huh?" He speeds up, knocking up against it, heavily.

"Yes! Fu-uck! I can't— I can't take it—"

"You gon' take this dick. What's my name?"

"Daddyyy," a shiver goes up his spine at the way it rolls off her tongue.

"Goddamn... what daddy say?"

"Take this dick," she repeats through clenched teeth. Her toes curl as her orgasm begins to quickly approach.

"I'm gonna— I'm gonna cum! Ohhh shhhhit!" She unravels for a third time, trying desperately to move away from his strokes as he continues to pound into her.

"Ah! Sto— stop!" She taps his thigh with her free hand, signaling that she's tapping out. He finally stops and releases his hold on her, watching as she lays flat on the bed and catches her breath.

"I told you." Rod shrugs, cockily.

Stevie eventually faces the opposite end of the bed, beginning to stroke his thick, shiny length in her tiny hand. "Can I try something?"

"You can do whatever you want." Keeping eye contact with him, she licks the underside of his dick, earning a grunt from him.

Giggling to herself, she lowers her wet mouth down onto him, watching as his bottom lip disappears in between his teeth. "Fuck, vie."

She hums as she bobs her head, being offered a strangled moan in return. "Just like that."

Reaching out with both hands, he gathers her wild hair into his hands as she continues to bring him to his peak. Her eyes never leave his.

"Fuuuuck," he tosses his head back, feeling his restraint slip. His hips start to gyrate against her face as he gets closer.

A slight gag alerts him to look down, but she just sends a wink his way. He shakes his head at her, completely surprised in this moment.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." She moans, egging him on. He grips her hair, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth with the same passion as he did her pussy, a little earlier.

"Oh fuck.... I'm cummin.," his brows scrunch as he shoots down her throat, growling as he watches her swallow every drop.

"Mm," she releases him with a pop, "you taste good, Daddy."

"You're gonna be the death of me."

@thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @soufcakmistress @supersizemeplz @harmshake @blackerthings @blackpinup22 @zataria @neewrites @blowmymbackout @lemmewritesomeish @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @cecereads209 @nayaxwrites @ibeoutchea @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @abeautifulmindexposed @awerkofart @headcannonxgalore

#miyuhpapayuh #soulff #rod x stevie #black romance #poc writers #blackwriters #90s romance #black reader #x black!reader #black!reader #joey badass fic #joey bada$$

[jtkys]

You mentioned EJ liking sealife, and now I must request; Beach Episode. What are the pastas/proxies doing when they go to the beach/lake in the summer?

[I live on the shore of Lake Superior so I'm more used to "going to the Lake" than Beachfront, but same concept]

OOOOHHHHH

Jeff - will either be building sandcastles with Sally and Ben, playing a ball game of some description, or in the water swimming and/or drowning. Is the type of guy to act all cocky and go in the water but as soon as something touches his foot he screams at a higher pitch than Sally and his voice cracks as he’s screaming that he’s gonna get eaten 💀

BEN - building sandcastles or sitting under the shade on a blanket playing on his DS. Will outright refuse to go in the water without either armbands or a floatie, or atleast someone in there to make sure he doesn’t drown (again..) either that or he’s collecting seashells and rocks

Toby - LOVES IT. will be having so much fun the whole time, swimming and doing fun stuff in the sand. Him and Jeff dig a hole and lift Tim into it while he’s sleeping and then cover him in sand 😭😭 he also probably goes searching on the rocks for crabs and shit, and has definitely found some strange creatures

EJ - I did say he loves sealife, but honestly he probably prefers aquariums. Lots of noise and light at the beach makes him really overstimulated and he probably stays in the shade most of the time or is forced into building a sandcastle with Sally. OR he’s forced into being a part of digging the hole Tim is put in because he can dig like a dog using his claws and has bigger hands to scoop more sand out 😭

Tim - as stated before, behaves like a dad and gets buried in the sand. Will insist that everyone wears sunscreen, and will absolutely drag Toby by the leg if it means he puts it on. Will probably sleep under the shade most of the time and then get hit in the head by the beach ball that Jeff totally accidentally threw at him. Prolly has a beer too. Such a dad omfg

Brian - like the fun uncle. He plays all the games and makes sand castles with Sally and Ben, and is the one who goes in the water to swim when everyone wants him to. Is honestly like a fun older brother the whole time, and finds it incredibly amusing when everyone decides to put Tim in the sand. Also helps Sally decorate the sand castles, and will persuade Ben to go in the water eventually.

Sally - building sandcastles the whole time in her silly princess swimsuit and armbands 😭😭 her hair has to get tied back because its so long and thick and they don’t wanna have to get the sand out of it. Will also go with Ben to try and collect seashells, and gets especially excited when she finds a shiny one or a pink one. Has probably managed to escape her torturous shackles (her armbands) and run into the water 😭😭

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanart #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta hcs #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta writer #creepypasta art #brian marble hornets #marble hornets hcs #marble hornets

[sindri42]

I wanna talk about Liara T'soni for a minute.

I know a lot of people, myself included, have sometimes dismissed her over the years as a kind of boring fallback. She's kinda cute, a little annoying, always just sorta there over the course of the series. As a romantic option she's nowhere near as bad as Ashley or Kaiden or Miranda or Jacob, but not nearly as cool as Garrus or Tali or Jack (YMMV on Thane and Samara). Maybe worst of all, the game itself treats her as the "default" since she's always available, never driven away from Shepherd regardless of your choices, and the only squadmate guaranteed to survive all the way to the end.

But recently I've taken a step back, tried to look past the disconcerting bioware body language animations and her mid-tier writing and voice acting and, just looking at the simple facts presented, Liara is one of the most Characters of all time.

When you meet her, Liara is 106, and has spent the past fifty years in Prothean ruins. Asari aren't considered adults until age 100, so in human terms she's a 19-year old who has been devoting every waking moment to archeology since she was ten. During that time she's developed a lot of theories about the Protheans, which have been largely dismissed by the scientific community, leading to her primary motivation at the start of the series being to Show Them, Show Them All! with a particular focus on Those Fools from the University.

The thing is, they had a very good reason to dismiss her "findings" (on top of the whole 'wait a minute this paper was published by a twelve year old' thing): she has absolutely no evidence. If you press her for details in the first game, there's not a single thing she can point to that would support her theories, except for the fact that there's not as much evidence as you would expect for anything else. It's just a feeling she got as a kid and ran with... which happens to be 100% correct. The girl had never even heard of a Reaper before Shepherd told her about the vision, but she was able to predict their entire playbook from raw intuition and a few piles of rubble. That's the archeological equivalent of when Nicola Tesla built a remote control toy boat a decade before anybody else figured out what a radio signal was. That's right: She's a Mad Social Scientist.

Looking at her background some more, yeah she's Pureblood which is weird among modern Asari, but on top of that her parents are both Matriarchs. And Benezia never had any other child in 800-some years, then spent more than a century with Aethyta, then disappeared the moment she realized she was pregnant? Combine that with how Liara has more raw biotic power than most asari ten times her age, and she's almost definitely got the recessive Ardat-Yakshi genes on one side... and she's a quarter krogan on the other.

Circling back around to her relationship with Shepherd, her idea of an ideal pick-up line is "I want to study your brain". She definitely looks at you as an irreplaceable scientific specimen, and I'm not entirely convinced that she doesn't decide to have sex with you just to ensure she can maintain convenient access to the shiny new dig site inside your skull? She probably publishes a new paper on her findings after every time the two of you "embrace eternity".

And when she loses Shepherd, when everybody else is finding various ways to mourn and start to move on... Liara pulls together the Illusive Man and Aria Motherfucking T'loak into a conspiracy to put together a godsdamned resurrection, declaring war on the Collectors and the Shadow Broker in the process almost as an afterthought.

#mass effect #liara #t'soni

[nevadancitizen]

“apologies”

synopsis: after dying for the nth time, you finally get some alone time with mark to apologize for everything you’ve done. 

word count: 1.6k 

characters: head engineer! mark, captain! reader, doc mitchell from “fallout: new vegas” MWAOICNOV

trigger warnings: guns, infinite time loop, mark and reader being shot and dying but then being not dead

notes: i literally wrote this in two days while high as fuck and still am god bless markipler

The first thing you felt was Mark’s body underneath you, his chest slowly rising and falling. Your close proximity would’ve been very comfortable if not for the second thing you felt: unimaginable pain shooting from the side of your head down into your spine. It was as if lightning had taken up residence in your brain, but was still looking for suitable locations in the rest of your body. 

There were men arguing. Shouldn’t you be able to hear them? Their words were more like boiling water under a pot lid, the muttering of something you can’t quite hear. 

Mark shifted underneath you. You felt the pain start to subside. Don’t misunderstand, the pain was still very real and still very much torturous: it was just that you had started to get used to the feeling of an electric drill being taken to your brain. 

“Captain? Captain, what’s happening?” Mark said. He started to struggle, kicking his feet against the ground in an attempt to sit up. He only stopped when you started cursing at him. 

“Hey, cut the gas!” a voice cut through the fog of pain. “I don’t wanna listen to you whine.”

“Really?” another voice said. “You gonna talk ‘em to death before you shoot ‘em?”

You managed to turn your head just far enough to see who was talking. There were three men, one dressed in a checkered suit, the two others dressed in dirty leather clothes and bandannas. They were talking amongst themselves, but still kept an eye on you and Mark. 

Slowly, you rested your head back on Mark’s body while still facing the men. “Mark, do you know them?”

“No,” Mark said. “I… I don’t.”

“I said to quit talking,” the man in the checkered suit said. 

The man on his left turned to him and fidgeted with his fingernails. “Would you just get it over with?”

Checkered-suit didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder. “Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face, but I ain’t a fink, dig?”

You looked at him in disbelief. What was this man even trying to say? Were the other two men Khans? What the hell were Khans, anyway? 

Your attention was brought back to checkered-suit when he pulled a shiny poker chip out of his inside breast pocket. Something about that chip was familiar. You felt Mark’s breath hitch underneath you. He must’ve recognized it, too. 

Checkered-suit looked at the chip, turning and looking at it from different angles in his hand. “You’ve made your last delivery, kids. Sorry you both got twisted up in this scene.”

The two other men were almost balking at him, waiting impatiently for something to happen. Checkered-suit put the chip back and pulled out a gun. 

You knew what they were waiting for. 

“From where you’re layin’, it must seem like an eighteen-carat run of bad luck.”

The man on the left looked away. You weakly grasped at Mark’s coveralls. Mark grabbed your wrist back. Checkered-suit readied his aim. 

“The truth is… the game was rigged from the start.” 

You could barely register the shots that rang out before you crashed into the unknown black. 

Waking up, still drunk from dying, wasn’t the best experience. The ceiling swam and your head throbbed even worse than before. The lightning had moved in and created a beautiful little family for itself. 

A hand grasped your own. You hummed at the touch before shooting up, tearing your hand away. 

You were laid in a tiny bed next to Mark. He was between awake and asleep, groaning and screwing up his eyes at the light. His hand was, apparently, searching for yours. It stopped searching after a few seconds. A dirty and bloodied bandage was wrapped around his head. You reached up and touched your own bandage, skimming your fingers over the gauze. 

Had the man really shot you? Had he dared to shoot Mark?

There were footsteps behind you. You turned to see an older man, his hands up, approaching the bed. 

“You’re awake,” the man said. “How about that.”

You looked at him and tried to talk. Your tongue was concrete in your mouth and your teeth were hot, molded-together plastic. 

Your eyes darted around the room frantically. You started to get up, but the man rushed over and pushed you back down. 

“Woah, easy there, easy,” he said. “You both been out cold a couple days now. Why don’t you relax a second, get your bearings? Maybe your friend will wake up too.”

You tried humming words and mouthing them for a second. Eventually, you managed to rasp out a “yeah.” 

Mark would’ve looked peaceful while he slept if not for the excessive bruising and bandaging. How did he survive a bullet to the head? Hell, how did you?

“I’m Doc Mitchell,” the man said. “We’re in a town called Goodsprings. Now, I hope you don’t mind, but I had to go rootin’ around in your noggin to get all the bits of lead out. Some animal banged on my window and I nearly lobotomized the other one.”

Doc Mitchell laughed until it seemed like he realized that he actually could’ve lobotomized Mark. It wasn’t funny anymore. 

Still, it didn’t really shock you to hear that you had died. Again. You hummed, tracing Mark’s jaw. He sighed at the touch, leaning into it ever so slightly. You really hoped he would wake up: sure, you had seen him die many times now, but it never gets any easier. Both of you were lucid and awake for every death, fully aware of every second of suffering. It might be labeled selfish, but you didn’t want Mark to die. You didn’t want to die.

“Anyway. I take pride in my needlework, but you better tell me if I left anything outta place,” Doc Mitchell said. There was an unsaid suggestion that said he might’ve stabbed you insane. 

You tapped the palm of your hand with the side of the other in a sign telling him to stop. Mark hadn’t even opened his eyes yet, just writhed so weakly on the bed. Why was this man so eager to get you up and running? So he could say that his operation to bring people back from the dead had a fifty-fifty chance of success? 

“Leave,” you rasped out. “We need… privacy.”

Doc Mitchell looked to the side and sighed. “Well… I guess I could leave you alone for a few minutes. I just need to check in to make sure that you don’t die.”

You nodded and watched him leave the room, which actually wasn’t really a room because the whole house was connected. But still, you appreciated he didn’t mention that. 

Mark huffed in his somewhat-awake-sleep. It seemed like he was trying to wake up, like the jerky movements from his fingers were an attempt to say I’m alive, Captain, don’t mourn me just yet. You laid a hand on his chest and felt him breathe, then took him by his coveralls and shook him as hard as you could. A few pieces might come loose, but that would just make him the same way he was before. 

“Mark, you idiot.” you strained your throat to say. “We die together or we don’t die at all. Wake up!”

Mark’s eyes flew open, then focused on you. He grabbed at your arms, patting them to make sure you were actually there. He tried to talk, but all that came out was strained gibberish. 

“We got shot,” you said over his blubbering.

Mark stopped. He took his arms away from yours, and just sat, looking around at the room. Something was going on in that head of his – besides the slow healing of his brain, of course. 

“We… got shot,” he repeated. His voice was as equally dry and raspy as yours. It almost hurt to hear. “And we’re still here?”

You nodded. “I think we should stay. For a while.”

Mark looked exhausted. He was still bloody and bruised from everything that supposedly happened in the past few days. He closed his eyes and leaned into you. 

Tears started to brim at your eyes. You wrapped your arms around him and let your weight rest against him. Had this reality only come to fruition so you could realize what a shit job you’re doing at protecting your crew? Mark didn’t need to get shot for that. 

“Captain,” Mark whispered, “I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Don’t,” you said. A tear slipped down your face and spattered on Mark’s coveralls. “Why are you trying to apologize? I’m sorry. Sorry for… for everything.”

The reasons you wanted to apologize wiggled and squirmed like a tapeworm on a hot skillet in your head. Their mouths were taped, practically glued shut, and yet they were still biting at their rusty-tasting lips, so that maybe they could say something through a little hole. But the tape was wide, and the glue had a grip of iron. Their mouths had grown shut. 

You could apologize for everything in the world, and it still would not be enough. What had happened to you? Why can’t you just apologize?

“I want to go home,” you said instead. “Back on the ship. That’s home.”

Mark sucked in a breath and shuddered as he sobbed. His breath was hot against your neck, tears soaking into your coveralls. “We’re… we’re going home soon. Trust me, Captain.”

“Thank you, Mark.” you squeezed him tighter. “Truly, thank you.”

#riptide writes 🌊 #my friends are getting tired of me talking about markiplier so tumblr is subjected to this torture instead #but i really do just want a hug from tha big man.. #ALSO FUCK MACK!!!!!! MARK SUPREMACY #markiplier #in space with markiplier #iswm #iswm x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #markiplier x reader #engineer mark #engineer mark x reader #space mark #space mark x reader

[el-michoacano]

I have Aurelia on the brain!! Who's her favorite of her tíos/títís? What's a core childhood memory of hers? Did she go to uni/if so what'd she study? 💖✨️

Ooh, an excuse to make up more Salamancas! Aurelia's favorite is definitely her tia Sofía! She's a sassy, jolly woman, and she's never had kids, so she treats Aurelia like her own. She lives in Polanco, the wealthiest neighborhood in Mexico City, and she's currently a widow three times over. She married for money, though, so she's not especially bothered. There's a certain dignity that comes with being a widow that she enjoys.

What Hector was to Lalo, Sofía is to Aurelia. Aurelia lived with her for a few years, when things were rough with her mother. I think Aurelia even planned to go the "marry a rich man and have the cartel take him out" route for a while, lol. Sofía didn't encourage that, though. She wanted Aurelia to go out and make something of herself and prove to the cartel that she didn't need them to be successful. Unfortunately, she's stubborn as a mule and tried to force her way into the game anyway and ended up getting killed because of it.

There are so many sad ones, but I wanna talk about a happy one! At her ninth birthday party, one of the neighborhood boys was picking on her, as little boys are wont to do. Now, usually her brothers and her cousins take care of her, but she wanted to handle this one herself, and she punched the kid in the nose. Crack! And that's when she caught sight of tio Hector smiling that awful smile of his. It's the only time she ever made her mean, scary uncle smile, and she spent years afterwards chasing his approval. Until she got sick of it and decided that his being pissed at her was better than him not reacting to her at all.

As for uni, not exactly. She went to a trade school to learn to be a jeweler! She cuts gems, repairs broken jewelry, even goes out to the desert to dig up crystals herself, when she can find the time. As I've mentioned in the past, she loves diamonds and shiny things, and she works at a jewelry store when she's not trying to force herself into the game. By the time Breaking Bad rolls around, she's bought the store she was working at, and Tuco is a little aggravated she won't let him use the store for money laundering. I have a headcanon that she's the one who made his tacky boxing glove necklace, actually!

#thanks for the ask ro! 🖤 this was really fun! #aurelia salamanca #hector salamanca #tuco salamanca #my bcs #asks

[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.11

Jungkook x Fem!Oc

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POV: Jungkook

Warnings: Pining, Jealousy, Online stalking (past tense), Depression, Alcohol

Index | Ch.12

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Before she even said her name, I knew it was her. Before Felix even announced his wife, I saw her and knew it was the girl I've constantly seen in my dreams for the past decade.

It's her hair. Her deep red hair doesn't look real, but if you have known her as long as I have you would know that hair is real as can be. Shiny and deep in color. Always making people turn their heads to look at it.

The way she walks. Gliding across the stage with her heels clicking against the old wood. Clenching onto the side of her dress to make sure the wind doesn't blow it up, or maybe even to control her anxiety. She never liked big crowds.

The way she speaks. She didn't say much. Just a short welcome, and then she was done. But that shy little hello, brought me back to all the days we used to spend together. The days we would play tag in the streets, play video games for as long as the store owner allowed us, and then go running to the playground after hours.

Our families never cared. My family was barely even a part of my existence, and her family just cared if she looked good. They cared if an eight-year-old looked good.

She always looked good to me. Even at seven or eight years old, I knew what it felt like to love someone. I know, I was young and stupid back then, but it was real. A real crush that made me want to be with her every second of every day. To just be in her presence and see her smile light up because of me. Then she left... and I felt my heart break for the first time.

People call me cold-hearted now. I don't blame her. I only blame myself. For letting myself get this way. For letting my jealousy spike when she said, "Thank you all for welcoming me and my... husband, into your town."

Husband. She has a fucking husband. It wasn't just innocent jealousy, either. I fucking hate her husband. I hate him for being with the person I've been longing for the past decade. I hate him because it's clear that's she stuck in the marriage with him. I know M'a smile. It doesn't look like that.

Before you ask yourself: Does this kid have issues? I probably do, but it's not like I haven't seen her at all since she left this once peaceful town. I've seen her on social media. Her name was never lost in my head, so finding her was easy. But by the time I gained the balls to message her, all her accounts became inactive. Some digging later, I found out she got married.

A year ago, it was. When I found out. A year ago is when I felt my heart break for the second time. And with this heartbreak, I became even more of a bastard than before.

I feel bad for Juliet, she was the victim for me to let my anger out on. I never hit her, but I made her think I had feelings for her when in reality, I just wanted to fuck my feelings out into her.

It's whatever now. I had a feeling she was only having sex with me for money, especially since the only times we ever really talked was when she asked about my financials, so I guess she got her own come-up-ins.

It took until the girl of my dreams was off the stage for me to realize I was staring at her the entire time. And because I'm a crazy mother fucker without brain cells, instead of using this chance to go and talk to her, I walk away. I completely ditch Jimin and walk the fuck away.

I can't talk to her, I tell myself. She's married. Maybe not happy but married still. What would I even say?

Oh, hey, M! Remember me? Your friend from when we were kids? Yeah, well, I've been in love with you since I was eight, and I haven't gotten over you since. Wanna divorce your husband, and be with me?

I slam the front door of my game store shut and yell, "Fuck!"  

A bunch of kids turn their heads away from the games they were playing to look at me funny, but I ignored them all. I walk straight past them all and into my office. I shut and lock the door behind me, then slide against the door until my ass hits the ground. I fold into myself and do what I haven't allowed myself to do in a long time... I cry.

I cry because I'm not only an idiot, but because it took until I saw M with her husband for me to realize; I will never be with her. Not only will she probably not remember me in the first place, but any connection we used to have back then is probably gone to her.

M has a whole life now. She owns a fucking sex and strip club, for fucks sake! She doesn't want me. Not when she can have any pick of the litter and is married!

I sit here, in this fetal position, for the rest of the day. I hear the store doors open and close multiple times. It isn't until the last person leaves that I stand up. I look through the office window and see that no one is in the store. Peeking at the clock on the wall, I see it's three in the morning.

Well, since I'm just full of stupid thoughts and ideas today, and because no one's in the store, I go into my desk drawer and grab the handle of whiskey I have stashed there. I ignore the glass next to it and decide I'll just drink straight from the bottle.

I set it down on my desk, slump in my chair as I sit in it, and wipe my face of dry tears. Might as well make this my life forever. Forever longing for a girl I can't have, nonetheless see, and drink myself to death.

It's then, right before my lips touch the bottle, that I hear the dance dance revolution game startup. I've heard it start up a million times, and when I first opened this store, I used to run from wherever I was to look and see who was playing it. Hoping one day, I would see M there on her old favorite game.

I know she wouldn't come here. She's probably at the opening of her new business right now... with her husband. This thought alone makes the bottle of alcohol in my hand look even better than before, but it's when I hear the song Dancing Queen start-up that I stop myself again.

I honestly thought it was just malfunctioning. It is an old game, after all, but one game I would never get rid of. It's the heart of this place. The only game in this whole place that reminds me of M the most, and I'll never get rid of it for that knowledge alone. Whether she'll play it again or not.

Because I don't remember hearing anyone come in, I stand from my seat and walk out of the office. I know my store is open 24/7, but it's very rare to find any kids coming in this late. My curiosity is peaked enough for me to exit my office and see who came in. I know it's not-

I step out of the office and freeze. For the second time today, my eyes widen, and my body is stuck at the moment. No more than a few feet away from me, using the dance dance revolution game, is the girl that owns my heart.

M is dancing on the machine like she's free as a bird. Smiling endlessly, and arms waving with the music. Her feet are hitting the arrows on the floor, and each time the singer sings, "Digging the dancing queen," she spins around in all her goddess-like glory. She's dancing her heart out and swaying her hips so perfectly that I have to swallow because if I don't, my mouth may just overflow with drool.

She's... she's just so beautiful. Like not a day has gone by since I've seen her last.

I feel for a second like my heart has given out. Like the shock of being this close to M made me have a heart attack, but it was actually my heart starting up again. Finally, being in the presence of her has let my heart beat again.

The finale lyrics of the song plays, and M finishes the song with one last spin. She's sweating and has to hold onto the handlebar to steady herself. The game took up a lot of her energy. It's then that I realize I've been standing here at the side, watching her the entire time. Like seeing her again so close, and watching her play her favorite game, has put me in a trance.

M watches the game screen. It's adding up her score, and it must have been good because she looks satisfied. Then, the high scores show, and she reads the screen. The look of shock that appears on her face could only mean one thing; that she knows a name on that leaderboard.

"Jungkook," M whispers, but because the store is so quiet, I hear her. The sound of my name rolling off her lips is making my skin crawl. It sounds so beautiful that I want her to repeat my name over and over again just for me to hear.

Before I know it, I'm responding with, "M." And she turns to the sound of her shortened name. Our eyes meet, and I swear to god, fireworks go off in my head. Almost like soul mates have been reunited, so the room's aura is just light and full of love. At least, that's how it is for me.

"Oh my god! Jungkook!" M screams and then runs into my arms. Her head slams into my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist, and it knocks the air right out of my lungs. Like she just restarted my lungs to work again, and I was finally able to exhale all my built-up pain. "Oh my - Jungkook, I've missed you so much."

Hesitantly, I allow myself to hold her. To hold her in my arms again, and I feel like not a day has passed. This reminds me of my younger self when I used to blush and stutter out useless words when she hugged me. Not realizing what the extra beats of my heart that only happened around her meant until she was already gone.

I hear her sniffle against my chest, and I realize then that I'm tearing up too. Me holding her small but beautiful body in my arms is literally my dream come true.

I repeat her name because I feel if I say anything else, I'll stutter like an idiot or say something stupid and ruin the moment. She pulls herself away from me, and I'll be honest, I feel completely empty now. M only backed up to give me some space, but I felt like she belonged in my arms, and now my heart feels a little less full without her in them.

"I-I can't believe your here. Jeon games... is this your store?!" M questions. The smile on her face is so bright and lively, it's the smile I know for a fact is real.

Only proving to me further that her smile from earlier is, in fact, fake. I feel annoyance and anger build in me, but as I stare at M's smile, it just shows that she's not, in fact, fake to me. That her real smiles are reserved for me. She's just so... "Beautiful."

I didn't realize until I saw her happy face turn confused that I said my thoughts out loud. I cough into my fist, then try to recover by stuttering out my answer to her question. "Y-yeah- Yes! M. This is my game store. Bought it a few years ago once this building opened up."

"I always had a feelings you would open a store like this. It was always your dream, anyway." Holy shit, she remembered! "You bought the store from old man Jackson, right? He's the one that used to tell us how terrible-"

"Life is when you get older," We both end up saying together at the end. We both exchange smiles with each other, and I feel so blessed to know that nothing has changed between us. M is still wild and wishing for an amazing life, and I'm still pining for her and wanting a life where I can take care of her while playing video games. "Yeah, he sold it for cheap too. This is now one of the top business in the town."

"Really? Your bragging now Mr. Hot shot? Well, look out. My place may just beat those statistics." She meant everything she said as a joke, but her saying ours was not a joke. Our, meaning her and her husband's business. Not to mention it's a fucking sex and strip club, but she also owns it with her stupid husband!

"Yeah, I bet. You and your husbands, right?" I feel bad now for saying these words because of the lack of a happy smile that's now on M'a face. It cuts into me like a knife into a piece of meat. Even though it would make me even more jealous, I wished I was wrong. I wished that she was happy and living a life full of love with her husband, but instead, I was right.

"Y-yeah - um - we do. It's kinda his business platform though. The sex and... strip club. I'm just on the papers as the half owner."

Well, that doesn't sound sketchy at all. What the fuck? His business platform. Is she telling me this isn't his first club? That this is his actual business as a whole! I don't know how I feel about that.

"How many places does he own?" M glances down at her sneakers, feeling awkward about answering the question. "Sorry. I know we haven't seen each other in years, and I'm asking you all types of-"

"It's fine," M interrupts. "It's just hard to act happy about your husband owning ten plus sex and strip clubs across the state." Two things stood out from those two sentences. One is the word act, and the second is ten plus clubs.

What has happened to you, M? What are you going through?

M then glances around the store, trying to figure out something else to talk about because this isn't a conversation she expected or wanted to have. She must have thought of something because once she looks at the dance dance revolution game, her eyes lit up.

"Hey! Wanna play?" M asks like a challenge, and her stance shows she's determined to be its victor.

I chuckle and scrap my shoes on the carpet. Getting myself ready for what I'm about to commit to. "I'm not sure if you can handle a dance dance revolution battle against me. I was watching you play, and it seems your a little rusty."

M gasps, faking she's insulted. "Excuse me! In case you forgot, this game right here." She points to the machine. "Is my game, and don't you forget it!"

Trust me, M, I haven't.

We both jump on the opposite sides of the arrowed floors. M leans closer to the screen to start it up, but then she realizes she hasn't put any money into the machine. She starts to dig into her pockets, but I stop her when I swipe my card. The card that lets me play free games because, well, I'm the owner.

"Alright, alright. I see you got some special card, Mr. Owner. Looks like I'll have to play with you every time I come in here then."

Please fucking do! And come in often while you're at it.

M scrolls through the list of songs, and I watch her in admiration as she's concentrating on picking the perfect song. Her eyes light up when she lands on a song, and the smirk that spreads on her face could only mean that the song is absolutely perfect for us to play with. She looks at me, and because I don't want to get caught staring at her, my eyes leave her form to see what she picked.

"Oh shit, this song? Damn, that takes me back."

Shake it Off by Mariah Carey used to be M'a number one song to play on here. When she played this song, I would fake exhaustion and stand to the side. When in reality, I just loved watching her dance to this song. Me to embarrassed to admit at the time that having her shake her hips the way she used to make some feelings stir in me that average eight-year-olds probably shouldn't have.

"Mhmm. It's a classic, and it's the one song you would always chicken out with. Well, no chickening out this time."

Yeah, chickening out. Let's go with that.

"Whatever you say, baby." I say it as a tease, but I don't miss M's cheeks heating up by the romantic nickname. We're both grown now, and I've been with enough girls to know that the pet name 'baby' hits a certain way if said by someone that they think is attractive... and M must find me be finding me very attractive.

She's not even looking at me directly anymore. Focusing on starting up the game and coughing into her arm when she notices I'm staring at her.

When the game finally starts up, we're both going hard. Neither of us missed a beat and concentrated on beating the other person after the game started. Since I'm a competitive fuck, I go for some mind games. "So, where have you been all these years? Cruising around in your family's yacht?"

I know what I said sounds like a bitch move, but M knows what I'm trying to do. She laughs high and sarcastic, then says, "Oh please, Jungkook." Fuck, please keep saying my name. "The only yacht I'm going to be on is the one I'm going to buy to celebrate beating you in this game."

"Ha! In your dreams... baby," I direct the pet name into her ear and deepen my voice for extra measure. I laugh, not at all sarcastic when M's face turns a deeper shade of pink, and she grunts out an 'Err!' Her now definitely knowing what I'm doing and why.

The game continues, us getting close to the end, and I'm winning by almost 200 points. M realizes this, and I watch her face twist into thinking mode. Trying to think of what to do or say to distract me. Jokes on her, I've played this game - and many others - a thousand times! There's no way a girl like her, someone who probably hasn't played a video game in years, is going to beat me.

I then focus back on the game, trying to go all out in the finale thirty seconds of the song. But because I'm such a fucking dumb-ass whipped mother fucker, M simply touching my hand to get my attention has me tripping over the moves. With a flutter of her flirty lashes, M says to me, "Come on, Kookie. Won't you let a girl win?"

My brain legit short circuits. I don't even remember pressing any of the arrows after she said those words.

Kookie. She called me fucking Kookie. A nickname she used to use on me anytime she really wanted something. Just like now, it works... but it's also not just that. She used a tone of voice I'd never heard before on her. A tone of voice that's not only allowing her to win but making my dick become half erect in my jeans.

I don't think the wires in my brain reconnect again until the game comes to an end and M is jumping up and down in victory. Her flirty voice and words worked on me easily and allowed her to win.

Then, she does something I didn't at all suspect. She hugs me, once again knocking the air out of my lungs, and continues to cheer in glory, "I won! I won! I won!"

It actually brings a smile to my face to see her this happy. I'm not even pissed that I lost, and I always get pissed when I lose. But looking at M now, a wide smile on her face, and bouncing around like a bunny rabbit, has me not giving a shit about the game.

I have her back, literally in my arms, so that I can give a shit a less about the rest of the world. Fuck this town, fuck her husband, and fuck everyone and anything else outside this embrace.

I have M back, and I couldn't have wished for anything better.

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Index | Ch.12

#r town #r town chapter 11 #chapter 11 #bts #Jungkook bts #jk #jk bts #Jungkook x oc #jungkook x fem!oc #Jungkook x reader #Bts love story #romance #pining #pining jungkook #jealous jungkook #slow burn #friends to lovers #M #meow #longing #longing jungkook #Euphoria

[usagi-zakura]

I wanna share what I feel would be my ideal Pokémon game based on previous game features because nobody asked.

HMs... Yes I'm serious. Well...kinda. I like being able to use your own pokémon to help you in the overworld rather than random wild Pokémon like in BDSP or rentals... But don't have it take up a move slot. Maybe let certain Pokémon have "field moves" that can only be used in the overworld such as teleport, surfing or digging out of caves.

A customizable bedroom or secret base, like in Ruby and Sapphire.. Not like how it was done in BDSP where its just statues...

Underwater explorations like in Ruby and Sapphire.

A fossil hunting minigame like in Diamond and Pearl's Undeground.

Let Pokémon follow you in the overworld and make them able to keep up, instead of just disappearing back into their pokéball after a few seconds of running.

Similarly.. Let me ride any of my Pokémon that are big enough and have a suitable body shape like in Let's Go.

A plot that doesn't suck...

Stop shiny locking legendary pokémon.

Trainer customization, that's more than just 4 different uniforms and a unique hat.

Online features similar to X and Y... where its available everywhere you go, and you get little notifications of what your friends are doing or even the option to battle random strangers as you go along... just make sure that feature is optional and the challenge notifications aren't too intrusive if you decide you'd rather do something else.

While we're on the subject of online features...that whole code system that the Switch games do? Trash it. Trash it and never look back. Just tie trading and things like that to friend codes like they used to so I don't get paired with a random Chinese kid when I'm trying to connect to my brother just because we happened to use the same code! Be more like X and Y. X and Y had a nice system...

If you're gonna let me trade with strangers let me communicate. That is one problem the X and Y system had, sometimes random people would just offer to trade with me and I had no idea what they actually wanted...

Fun optional minigames with neat prices, my personal favorites are Voltob Flip, Ultra Wormholes and the photo minigame from Sun and Moon. (Which yes...I do realize that's basically Snap... just put Snap in the main series. It's fine.)

Random encounters...trash them. Overworld spawns are nicer. Just make sure they're visibly shiny. (Preferably also audibly shiny... but them not making noise does add to the challenge of finding them).

A camp/picnic system where you could play with your pokémon, make food that gives special boosts and you may as well use it for breeding too like Scarlet and Violet does... just make it easier to find ingredients, I hate having a million different ones spread across a thousand random stores in random cities.

Being able to throw items and Pokéballs directly from the overworld.

Let me skip the night/day if I want to. If you're not gonna tie it to a real world clock you may as well let me choose the time of day without having to wait a half hour.

Heck just make it like Legends Arceus but with the original battle system and abilities.

#pokémon #Legends Arceus #PLA is the best Pokémon game so far change my mind #actually you can't...

[hochi-mama-1997]

i wanna talk about my pokemon brilliant diamond team cuz its a little silly. (LONG ASS POST)

so im on the 8th gym, havent beat it, and my team is:

eggman. sweet poor eggman. currently a level 54 togetic. with the move set of baton pass, nasty plot, attract, and metronome. his strat is to make the girls fall in love with him, do an evil scheme, and then fuck around and find out. all else fails, run away.

kirby. level 47 jirachi. cuz i guess you get a jirachi in this game if you played sword or shield. i love them. with zen headbutt, life dew, dazzling gleam, and helping hand, i basically built them to work together with my star of the show pokemon in doubles, because i LOVE doubles. not online cuz im shy.

garchomp. level 69. got it from wondertrade and its just kinda here now. shadow claw, dragon claw, dig, and brick break, it does not set up and only attacks. i basically have no emotional attachment to her im sorry

soap. motherfucking soap. level 90 luxray. during the start of my save file, none of my pokemon would listen to me cuz i had the just great idea of using almost only trade pokemon. got angry and decided "FUCK YOU IM GOING TO CHEAT" and caught a level 5 shinx, put it into violet, and fed it exp candies until it was level.. i think 68? ive only given it more rare candy since then. its only ever leveled up ONCE in battle. right now its my last resort pokemon in the back of my party cuz i do like my game to be a little hard (as proven by eggman) he knows thunder, wild charge, volt switch, and strength. aka "might not work but worth it" "hurt yourself in the process" "attack then FUCK OFF" and "normal type move cuz ground types exist"

lucario. level 60 lucario. its from japan (or a game with the language set in japan, i guess?) and my best buddy. we're friends. i love him. i think hes from violet but he's here for some reason and awesome. he knows aura sphere, rock tomb, swords dance, and meteor mash. hes the guy kirby is with in doubles and the guy eggman runs away to. he's the star of the show. uh.. besides level 90 soap. also hes a master in cuteness contests so he's VERY talented.

dusky. level 48 dialga. just got here. still has base move set. but theyre here for one reason: my stupid ass luck. dusky got their name from the pokeball they were caught from. yup, a DUSK BALL. i dont have the exact stats but, i think.. dialga, a legendary, in a dusk ball, during the day? id say about a 5% chance. AND IT WORKED. i lost my shit when it happened. i think to myself, "this is why you've only gotten one shiny outside of community day fennekin and wonder traded hacked ones. because all your luck goes to bullshit like this." (and the fucking FIRST pokemon i battled on the port to coliseum being a SHINY KAKUNA. why.) might get off the team at some point.

honorable mentions who i booted from the team or something like that:

monferno i caught in legends arceus. left behind but was useful for gardenia and stuff.

razor the roserade. he's a champion from galar. just here cuz i wanted him to be.

bunbun the lopunny. shes also a champion from galar. i just didnt want them to be lonely cuz i never play that game.

R.K. (aka roaring knight) i never used him ever but he's a gallade and i just think hes cool and worth a shout out.

felon the empleon. my starter. i left him in the box because its the electric gym. might pick him back up for the elite four and replace dusky. unsure. move set of metal claw, surf, brine, and blizzard. cuz. yeah. no set up for him only damage.

machamp from china or a game with chinese, i guess. i got him from wondertrade as a machoke and i just think its neat.

ledian. poor ledian. i wanted it to work out. i wanted to pick faves over powerfulness like karen says. but no i cant. youre fucking pathetic ledian. im sorry. i love you.

ask questions if youre brave enough...

#my random thoughts i guess #pokemon #bdsp #me when i dont shut up

[eclipsedfalse]

So what is your guys option on me sending False to Pokémon, basically I isekai’d her to a mix of the games/anime without any/most of her memories and see what crazy stuff would happen if she and Ash are within 5 feet of each other. (This idea literally happened because I’m hyperfixing on Pokémon and False)

(Inspiration for this idea comes from False’s own Videos with Empires season 2)

The plot changes quite a lot, one thing is that Team Rocket (Jessie, James, Moewth) become semi good, aka become what their motto says ‘protect the world from devastation, to unite all people in our nation’, they try to steal False’s and Ash’s Pokémon until Kalos where they realize they kinda like helping save the world a whole lot more because of the praise they get when they do.

Ash would still get Pikachu + he’ll be a minor psychic, he would be able to understand Pokémon with practice.

False would be an Aura adapter, because I headcanon her with having magic. Her starter would be a female Eevee

The Eevee would be extremely shy and she would flee at any moment.

Absolutely no romance, False would be 15 in this and Ash is 10, they also won’t age throughout the entire thing because Palkia and Dialga had messed some things up when False had gotten send over.

They will probably have a sibling like bond later on, and they’ll be over powered at some point

Ash will have different Pokémon then what in the anime because I’m not rewatching every season, and there will be way more Legendaries then what we know Ash sees. (I wanna say there will be at least a 100+ because of regional overlap and how one legendary can’t be everywhere at once, and because of how shiny hunting works in the games)

And we won’t be following the same pattern of moves, basically if I think a Pokémon can learn a move they will, I don’t really care out the set Pokémon move sets and they’ll be able to use more then four moves (unlike the games)

We’ll see a more scientific view of the Pokémon world while keeping some of the light hearted stuff.

The time line is Kanto, Orange Islands, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova (my favorite), Kalos, Alola, Galar, and whatever is the 9th region.

-Small Excerpt-

The ground was scratchy and her body felt sore, her eyes closed as her face lays resting on the digging and itchy ground, her chest heaves with each breath, her mouth dry. She cracks her eyes open see the glare of the sun reflect off of the aqua blue water, shadows of fish skirting across the bitten on the water. She rolls her shoulder and she forces her body to move upwards to a sitting position.

Eyes focus on the water as she struggles to think, before glancing down at her own body, a simple white and red striped tee and a pair of battered, dirt covered shorts, and a pair of military black boots, her skin scarred, some thin and smooth and and others think and puffy pink scars warp of milky pale skin.

A frown comes across her face as she runs a finger over the worst of the scars, she can’t remember how she had gotten it or any of them.

A moment of Panic rushes through her head and she searches for a name, any sort of name, coming up blank every time.

She closes her eyes, focusing on the waves and breathing in time with how each wave crashes on the beach inches from her stretched out legs.

‘False’

Yeah, False

That’s her name. 

A bubbled laugh leaves her throat, tilting her head to the sun, she lets hysteria run freely from her lips.

Her name is False, and she will survive to find out what else she is missing.

#falsesymmetry #false symmetry #ash ketchum #pokemon x hermitcraft #pkmn x hc #pokemon Au #hermitcraft au #Legendarily Screwed #<- Au name

[c-tabloid]

ITS PRONOUNCED U-N-VERSE CITY

[INTRO]

Awww, yea. It’s that time to spit those rhymes. Do you think you got what it takes to battle it out with the greats?

My name’s [WHATEVA YOU WANNA BE CALLED] and I will be your host.

You will be competing with some of the hottest lyricists in three rounds.

Each round, you will be given 3 prompts to be used in your verses. You will have to type your verse with the prompts given. But you’ve got to be witty to sway the audience in your favor and claim victory over your opponent.

If you can’t think of anything, use the “Ghostwriter” to help you advance. Be careful, because you can only use the help of the Ghostwriter three times!

After everyone has spit their verse, the audience will decide who wins each segment of the rounds.

When you’ve reached the last round and win, you will go toe-to-toe with the Head Huncho of Rap.

You and the Head Huncho will be given a much tougher prompt to use in your lyrics.

Remember that Ghostwriter I mentioned prior? They will be ghost, so you cannot use them against the Head Huncho!

It’ll be tough, but I know you can handle it.

If you can beat the Head Huncho, will you be crowned the new Head Huncho and gain some shiny Starlites!

Now, are you up for the Challenge? Welcome to U’NVerse City!

—

[DURING GAME]

*Audience Cheering*

Alright, alright. Settle down guys. It’s time for the first round!

Remember the rules I told you. I don’t want to hear any vulgarity or adult language. Keep it PG-13.

Let’s begin the battle!

Here’s the prompt. Use it to the best of your ability. Rhyming is a surefire way to get the crowd jumping. If it’s lame… well get ready for thumping.

—

[AFTER SUBMISSION]

*Audience Cheering*

[SUBMISSION IS CLEARED]

Yeah! I like the sound of that! Let’s see how you’ve compared to your opponent.

[SUBMISSION FAILED]

Aw. You couldn’t come up with something better than that? Let’s see how you fair against your opponent.

—

[NEXT SESSION]

1. Alright. Things are getting good. Let’s see what you can conjure up with your next rap verse. He’s the the next prompt.

2. Sweet! I’m loving this. Let’s see what these guys can come up with next. I’m hearing a collab? On to the next prompt.

3. I’m digging it so far! I wonder how things will let up in this next session. Here’s the next prompt.

—

[NEXT ROUND 2]

*Audience Cheering*

Woohoo! Good job! You’ve made it to the next round. Now you will spar with the next great who may be a bit more advanced in wordplay than the previous. You’ve done great so far, so keep it up! The crowd is loving you! Now, the prompts will be bumped up in difficulty but that’s okay. You’re a natural! It’s time for Round 2.

Next contestant, please reveal yourself.

Aww yeah. It’s about to be fire between these two. Let’s see how this goes. Y’all stay tuned in.

—

[NEXT ROUND 3]

*Audience Cheering*

Man, you’re really good at this, aren’t you? You’ve done made it this far and ain’t letting up! Keep this up and you’ll soon be facing the Head Huncho! Now, let’s get the next opponent over here.

Ayyy, I see you! This one got straight BARS! So you might wanna be on your toes — or not! You’ve made it this far so you shouldn’t sweat it!

Let’s start the match!

—

[FINAL ROUND: HEAD HUNCHO]

*Audience Cheering*

Alright. It’s about that time! You are about to meet the Head Huncho. The star of U’NVerse City. You got what it takes, so I believe in you. Not many can go against them and succeed. You may be the one in a million to have your name plastered on the Hall of Bars!

Now, please, Head Huncho, introduce yourself.

Let’s get this party started!

*Audience Cheering*

—

[PLAYER WINS AGAINST HUNCHO]

*Audience Goes Crazy*

Woohoo! You’ve did it!! You are the MVP! Or should I say… the Head Huncho!

*Audience Cheering*

You’ve successfully out-barred the Head Huncho and rose to stardom! How does it feel? Aww, look at ya blushin’. You had a great journey to this point and now it’s time to award you your title and your precious Starlites. I can’t wait for more of you and your awesome wordplay. You truly are an inspiration. Now, take these and see you on the flip side.

—

[PLAYER LOSES AGAINST HEAD HUNCHO]

You’ve conquered the rest of ‘em but unfortunately you’ve couldn’t conquer the best of ‘em — the Head Huncho that is. But that was to be expected. They are the top dog after all. You’ve gave it your best shot and maybe next time you can outwit the greatest. Since you’ve made it this far, I will award you some nice Starlites for your journey. Until then, come up with some fire bars to take the Head Huncho’s title. Better luck next time, my guy. Now, take these and see you on the flip side.

[just-gonna-write]

this is a short story i wrote for class :) the assignment was to write a historical fiction piece, so this takes place in a fictional cult in the late 60’s :)

“Hello gorgeous, I am digging your outfit today! Come inside, I insist!” My smile is bright, dancing on my pink glossy lips as I practically shriek out my greeting.

“Hey! Thank you so much, I have been dying for that homemade lemonade you make.” Janice Hartt laughed, side-stepping me into my house. It’s warm and soft, with orange and rust colors everywhere you look. She beelines to my conversation pit, plopping on my pristine white couch.

“I’ll grab you something to drink then, could I interest you in any snacks too? I’ve got olives and cheese!” I giggled while fluffing my ginger hair. It was long and shiny, perfectly coiffed every day, and just the right amount of volume to frame my face. I knew I was just about the prettiest girl in town, and I knew everyone else did too.

“That would be fabulous. And after that, I have something I wanna talk to you about.” She said shyly. Her smile was bright, but the way she twirled her short, dark hair around her finger gave away nerves. Bingo.

“Ooh, I’m intrigued. I’ll be right back with those refreshments, you just hang out here until I’m back.” I told her playfully. I turned my back on her and let out the tiny, genuine smile that was making its way to my lips. I was surely in, I had the perfect opportunity to get in her mind. All I needed to do was have a little girl talk and I would be golden. Father Robert would be so pleased.

I rushed into the kitchen, heels clicking and clacking under me. The floors were hardwood, golden brown, the kind that accentuated any little sound that was made in the house. The rhythmic noise filled my ears, and for a moment I was more focused on that than the matter at hand. Get it together Virginia, focus is necessary in a game like this. Even Janice of all people could catch onto your scheme if you aren’t careful. I replayed the thought over and over as I arranged the cheese and olives onto little skewers, and poured the pungent lemonade that filled the room with the sour scent of freshly squeezed lemons.

When I lifted my head I caught my reflection in the mirror. Long ginger hair, big blue eyes, yellow eyeshadow underneath the black line on the lid, making my eyes look even bigger and more innocent. A perfectly practiced smile played on my lips, showing off my pearly white teeth. It was no wonder I was chosen by Father Robert to bring people into our organization, who wouldn’t listen to a face like this? All I had to do was twirl my hair around my finger, wink and smile and anyone who laid eyes on me would turn to mush. And nobody thought rationally when they were mush.

I shook my head and straightened up, grabbing my tray. Four skewers, two glasses of lemonade. Perfect. Hurriedly I grabbed my tray and used my back to open the kitchen door that led to the living room.

“Sorry I took so long, these things were a real pest to get on these sticks.” I giggled. I was always giggling.

“Don’t worry about it! First off, how are you? Met any boys yet?” Janice asked playfully, grabbing a skewer to grab off a piece of cheese and pop it in her mouth. Her lipstick was dark, a hair too dark for her skin tone. It didn’t suit her.

“Things are good, and no I haven’t met anyone. You know me, I just cannot stand the thought of settling down with some mediocre man. But anyway, there has to be a reason why you dropped by, tell me!”

“Oh it's nothing, I just have some things on my mind. It’s all good, I just needed a distraction before I did anything drastic.” She laughed.

Janice was older than I was, probably in her early thirties. Her hair was cropped short, not unlike Twiggy’s, though certainly a little longer than hers. She wore a white button up under a powder blue suit jacket and matching pencil skirt. It looked frumpy. Her makeup was light and simple, and it didn’t do much for her features. I got the feeling she would be pretty if she tried, if her clothes fit and her makeup was nice. But as she was, all I could describe her as was plain. She had a husband who was just as plain as she was (I never knew how a boring person like her managed to get married), and two little boys. As one might guess, they were just as interesting as their parents.

“What do you mean, drastic?” I asked lightly. I could tell this was my moment, my opening to convince her to abandon the life she knew and tell her the way life should really be.

“It’s just… Well Bobby’s been a little distant lately, and you know the kids are always stressing me out, things are just kinda crazy.” She said slowly, looking down at her hands. There was a light pink polish on her nails, the prettiest thing about her.

“I don’t think I understand.”

“I want to run away.” She blurted out. Her eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth, her entire body jolting as she realized what she said. She glanced at me, then at the ground, then back at me. “I want to run away. I want to get out and leave everything and everyone behind. I wanna be free.” Tears welled up in her eyes, the red color from her tears accentuating her green eyes. I’d never noticed she had green eyes.

“Woah.” I said, matching her posture. Stiff, anxious, knee bouncing like a basketball. “As much of a shock this is, I don’t think I really blame you.”

Janice’s entire body went rigid. “Really?” She asked. She looked pitiful.

“Really. Honestly I think Bobby is holding you back. Think of the great life you could lead if you just left him! You could have more time with friends, some time to really explore yourself and who you want to be. You don’t need a bummer of a husband or two kids that hold you in place! You’re meant to soar, Janice, and yet your feet have never gotten to leave the ground.” I told her, grabbing her hands to get her attention. Her teary eyes looked into mine and after a moment she smiled.

“Thank you, Virginia, I’m so glad you don’t think I’m crazy.” A sigh of relief blew through her body like a gust of wind, and I let my smile shine through.

“I could never think you’re crazy. In fact, I think I have a way for you to get out.”

I described Father Robert and the work he does for people like her, who feel alone. She could have a community of amazing people who she lives with, allow her love to be free and unrestrained by the confines of marriage, and finally find peace.

Within moments, she was hooked. I got one.

“Good job with our newest member, Virginia Bonnie Jones.” Myself and Father Robert were in his office. It was warm, a little too warm, and decorated very cozily, with vinyls lined on the walls and pictures covering his desk. I didn’t know who most of those faces belonged to, they were foreign. Like a language you can’t speak, glimpses of the familiar amongst a sea of the intimidatingly unknown.

“You can just call me Virginia, Father.” I spoke smoothly. I knew my charms hardly worked on him, but I was always hoping I could get him to slip up. I could hear the sound of my teeth grinding against each other, a faint but ugly sound. I felt like every muscle in my body was frozen, every movement meticulously planned. Father shot me an icy look that sent shivers down my spine.

“As I was saying, Bonnie, congratulations on the new recruit. You have become our top recruiter, guiding people to the light, and for that I appreciate you. However,” I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes at the graying man’s grumbly criticism that was surely coming. “I see you are still not quite on the path to the Light yourself.”

“What do you mean by that? I’m only here because I believe in the cause, how am I not on the path to the Light?” I protested coolly. My hand twitched to mess with my long hair, but I thought better of it.

“The Light only accepts people who have let go of their mortal possession and pride, Bonnie. In order to be able to graduate to the Great Beyond with the rest of us, you must give up your vanity. Being a mirror warmer won’t get you far, Virginia. Stylish clothes and nice hair will only get you left behind. I’m saying this because I like you, and neither of us want the Light to reject you do we? Next time I see you I want it to be burning those silly clothes. You look like a crayon.” The man scolded. His deep, dark eyes, like a black hole, and entrancing abyss, pulled me in. I almost couldn’t hear a word he said. It felt like my mind was full of clouds and smoke, and no matter how much I wanted a breath of fresh air, all I got was the hot sting of smoke in my throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head, shook out the thin tendrils of smoky gray that threatened to pull me under.

“With all due respect, Father, the way I dress is important to my recruiting, and to me. How am I supposed to get people’s respect and earn their trust if I can’t even wear matching clothes? People trust who they find appealing, so me looking this way is spreading the message that we’re trying to spread. Isn’t our goal to get more people to follow the Light so they can be saved? Isn’t me dressing like this better for the greater good in the long run?” My voice remained strong and sturdy, not a single waver as I spoke. I knew I was right, I wholly believed I was right.

There was a long moment of silence. It was thick. Palpable.

“Bonnie, we’re friends. I’m saying this for your own good. Change how you dress. No more mini skirts, no more heels, no more bright colors or patterns, no more fashion. Do I make myself clear?”

“But why-”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“...Yes Father.”

Before I knew it I was outside the wooden door, my back to it, so close I was almost brushing against it. My mind reeled, my body felt heavy, my breathing was quick and heavy. Talking to Father always had that effect. I didn’t know what it was about him that was so unsettling. Was it those deep, dark eyes that were almost soulless? Was it the way he smelled heavily of tobacco and musk? Was it maybe the way his deep voice always made him seem so sure of himself, almost condescending? I couldn’t tell. Maybe it was the conversation of all three.

“Virginia? Hey, I haven’t seen you in ages! How are you sweetheart?” I looked up from the grayish-green colored carpet, a color that reminded me of nausea, only to see a sight for sore eyes, clad in a long gray coat that looked like a dress, with large tortoiseshell buttons and a faint houndstooth pattern. Gloria Meyers, my dearest friend since we were small. The most beautiful and put-together woman I knew, who happened to be Father’s right-hand-woman and a full-time member of the community. She lived here full time, unlike me.

“Hi Gloria, I’m great. Just got out of a meeting with the boss.” I told her breathlessly. She shot me a sympathetic smile. She knew I never got along with that man.

“You can tell me all about it at evening meal-time. I’m almost late for a meeting with him, and you know I’d probably die if I were late for anything.” She laughed humorlessly. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Of course Glores, I’ll see you. I’ll stick around for evening meal-time just for you.” I told her softly, side-stepping to give her room.

Father had probably heard the conversation, but I was too drained to care. I needed to sit down.

Seats and couches in every shade of brown and beige known to man lined the long hallway that isolated Father’s office from the rest of the facility. A huge, homey mansion. I never knew how a man so opposed to frivolity and money as a construct had acquired such a big house, but I didn’t ever bother to question it. Father Robert was the kind of man who just made things happen. This communal mansion, my “recruiter house” that I got to live in and bring new members to, (after all, how else would I earn their trust?) All of it was part of the package.

I was sprawled on a cozy, worn in beige couch that some of our members had found on the side of a road. It used to be infested with mites and torn all apart, but it had been fixed years ago. It still carried the scars and age, thin little seams like wrinkles decorating a wizened human face.

“What are you doing, Virginia?” A feminine voice asked me. When I glanced over I realized I knew her, I had recruited her about a year ago. Pretty, only 16 years old. It was a shame since a pretty young girl had wasted her beauty to dress in gray potato sacks and horrifically sensible shoes.

I hated sensible shoes.

“I’m just resting my mind until dinner, you?” I asked politely. My mind raced and fumbled to find a name that matched the face. Clara? Cassidy maybe? Or was it Cierra?

“I wanted to ask the boss a question. It’s about the Great Ascension, I had some minor questions.” She answered with a smile, a warm one. A little bit of anxiety danced in her twitchy fingers and tapping toes. I stopped scanning her when her words hit my mind, and I had to look back up at her face.

“The Great Ascension?”

“Oh, were you gone when Father Robert came up with it? I should’ve known you’d be confused. He’s planning for all of us who are worthy to ascend to the Light tomorrow! I’m so excited, I can’t wait for my salvation. Just being free from this mortal coil and finally getting to feel the Light’s love, it will be so wonderful.” Her grin was wide, showing off her slightly crooked pearly whites.

I felt like my lungs had collapsed in my ribcage, leaving an empty, gaping hole. A black hole, sucking all the blood from my veins. For a moment, a very long moment, my heart stopped. I almost thought this was what dying was like. Pain ached and buzzed and tingled in every inch of skin, like ugly little bugs crawling throughout my being.

“What? So soon? But we’re not done spreading the good word of the Light, we’re not ready yet.” I gasped. I sounded like a croaking little toad. The girl’s smile almost faltered, the left corner of her lips twitched down for a moment. I almost missed it.

“Don’t worry! Father Robert is planning to stay behind and move on to educate more people! He said he just knows that we are ready for salvation, he believes in us. We’re ready for this!” She tried to cheer me up, placing a hand on my shoulder. The gesture felt empty, almost unkind. I shoved her hand off of me, and forgetting the lead that weighed my bones down, I got up and marched to the heavy wooden door in front of me.

No knock, no waiting, I just grabbed the cold metal handle and yanked it open. Two pairs of eyes turned to me. One dark and cruel, one kind and inquisitive.

“Virginia, what are you doing in here?”

“Why did I just hear we’re going to the Light tomorrow and I didn’t know about it?!” I demanded, almost screaming.

“Well we were going to tell you, we-”

“You aren’t going.”

“WHAT?!”

“I said you aren’t going.”

“I heard you, Robert, I want to know why. Why am I not coming?” It felt like the building was crumbling, dust that once bound the walls clogging my lungs, making me cough and retch and scream.

“You aren’t worthy. Bonnie, face it. You aren’t like us, you don’t fit in. You’re too vain and materialistic. I warned you many, many times that this would happen. You played with fire and you got burned. Simple.” The way a smirk tugged his chapped, grayish lips was sickening. The silence that followed was long and tense, me just staring at him. Why me? I did everything for this man, I did everything I ever could to ensure he could spread his message. I was one of the first people to join his Organization, I did all his dirty work, I even allowed him to look at me like a wolf looking at a slab of meat for years.

He had adored me until a year ago, when my dresses and skirts were tighter and shorter than he’d ever seen someone wear. He looked at me like unconquered territory. My legs were uncharted waters, my chest was a bountiful land of prosperity for him to conquer. But I never let him touch me. Even when he begged and pleaded and said it was only right I refused. So he created a rule against vanity, saying the Light had come to him and told him of my sinning. He’d despised me ever since.

“Father Robert.” Gloria’s stern voice brought me out of my panicked haze, and I glanced at her. Her eyes were fixed on the old man in front of her, a fire I’d never seen before burning in her eyes. “She has done nothing wrong. She is not vain and you know that, she’s simply smart. She’s the top recruiter we have in this Organization, so many people’s souls have been saved because of her. You have to allow her to Ascend with the rest of us.”

A small smile tugged at my lips. Gloria had never been one to stand up for herself. When we were on the playground as kids, she would be teased and bullied and I would be the one to fend the bullies off. In return, she would give me the extra snacks her mom always packed in her lunch. It was a good deal for both of us, and how our lifelong friendship bloomed. I was proud of her for how she’d grown up so much.

I turned my attention to Father Robert, the man in front of us. His face was unreadable, looking between the two of us slowly. Finally, his eyes settled on me.

“Fine, But I expect you to wear something more professional tomorrow for the ceremony.”

The ceremony was less grand than I had expected. My imagination had conjured up grand decorations everywhere, a banquet room looking like the epitome of class. Gold, sparkles, maybe a little confetti for fun.

I should’ve known that was nothing like what would actually happen.

In reality there were no decorations, just a normal banquet room with an array of blades lining tables at the front. Some were normal kitchen knives, plain and sturdy, others were more interesting, like delicate hand-carved daggers and heavy looking swords. I examined each one carefully until my eyes landed on a gorgeous dagger, maybe 5 inches long, with a shiny gold handle that had been carved to resemble the head of a bird. Instead of a beak, the bird had its blade. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

“Everyone.” Father Robert’s voice boomed through the room before his gaze settled on me. “I would like to welcome you all to the first ever Ascension. It is my honor to guide you all to the light, as it was my honor to lead you in life. I hope that the afterlife will bring you all great joy.” The crowd erupted in cheers. I glanced around. No one looked even vaguely hesitant, all of them had thrown themselves into their joy.

“In order to Ascend, there is one final task you all must complete.” That got peoples’ attention, enough for a hush to fall over the crowd. “There are blades lined up here, these are going to be tools for your Ascension. Please, everybody pick one.” I immediately rushed for the beautiful golden dagger, and luckily I got it. It seemed to shine in the ugly fluorescent lights, the gold twinkling in my hands. I felt like I was hypnotized, just staring at it.

My concentration was broken when Father Robert began to speak again.

“Now, this process will be painful, but nothing without pain will bring reward.” He spoke slowly, carefully, his deep voice rattling through my bones. “I want you all to point your blades toward yourselves, pray for one last time, and stab yourselves. As many times as you must in order to die. The more blood you shed, the more beautiful your afterlife will be.” I should’ve been shocked, I should've shook and quivered in fear, screamed and begged to stay. I didn’t. Instead I followed instructions. Slowly, I pointed the shining blade at myself.

Light, please take me into your arms, guide me on my Ascension to the ranks of the Enlightened Ones. Please bring me the honor of peace in the Afterlife. Thank you.

Then, without a second thought, I plunged the blade into my flesh.

Pain. Pain was all I felt. Red hot. Burning my stomach. Everything felt wet. I heard a scream, but my throat was raw. Maybe it was mine. Maybe it wasn’t. Up was down and left was right. I looked down at my hands. I was alive.

I drew my knife again. Plunged it in again. I wasn’t dead. I needed to be dead to end this. Again. Again. Again.

As clouds filled my brain like bubble wrap in a box, muffling all my thoughts, all I could think was how striking a color combination gold and red was.

And then it was quiet.

Too quiet.

Where was the singing? The hugs, the warmth, the feeling of love bursting through you, almost ripping you to shreds? Where were the loved ones waiting on you, where were the Enlightened Ones ready to give you their wisdom, like a gift wrapped up with a neat little bow? Where was the joy?

All I felt was emptiness. Cold. If I still had my body, it would’ve shivered. That body was gone. And so was I.

Where was I?

There was nothing but darkness for as far as the soul could see.

I knew why there was nothingness, but I didn’t want to admit it.

Had we been lied to? Had Father Robert just made up all this beauty and warmth? Had he led us to believe that there was some wonderful afterlife, to bring us peace with death.

Had I, by association, been a liar too? Brought innocent people to their deaths when they had full lives to live? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t. I believed. I thought I was doing a good thing. I thought the methods were dodgy, sure, but the message was true.

It wasn’t.

I led hundreds of people to their deaths, like a shepherd herding his sheep to the slaughterhouse. This was all my fault. I did that to people, and it was my fault.

And now, that was all I had to think about for the rest of eternity.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Food for thought Slothie....

Bucky Centaur and Reader human. 😏

You're welcome.

You asked for this Nonnie.

Don't Hold Back

Warnings: Modern Fantasy AU, blind date, fluff, sappy Bucky, slightly anxious Bucky, mention of interspecies relationships, fingering, a kiss to the peen, slutty reader is exactly what this Bucky needs.

Steve told him to get back out there. That he had mopped around long enough after his disastrous last relationship, with a nymph named Dot, ended. Apparently caring Steve had morphed into tough love Steve solely for the purpose of making his new beau happy. And that new beau wanted to go on a double date with one of his friends.

How the times have changed.

From where Bucky stood in front of the restaurant, he could see Steve and Sam already sat at the table, the harpy was hard to miss and Steve didn't exactly blend in with his dumb orc self nearly toppling over a waiter when he gestured so wildly. He couldn't see a third person sitting with them and he wondered if maybe his date had bailed. He knew he wanted to bail.

His tail flicked nervously, trying to work up the courage to go inside. He couldn't stop fidgeting before he left the house and he'd hoped the brisk walk here would calm his nerves but it hadn't. It just made his dark coat a bit too shiny from sweat. Bucky combed his hand through his long hair one more time and opened the door.

There was in fact a third person at their huge table. You sat quietly next to Sam, a soft smile on your lips at the ridiculous story Steve was telling about the last baseball game he was at with Bucky.

"And this jerk thought it would be so hilarious to get me on a jumbo-tron with nacho cheese all over me."

Bucky couldn't stop the smile on his face. And maybe that had been Steve's plan all along because just at that moment you looked up at him and he felt like his whole world stopped. For starters, he immediately recognised you as human, but then there was just everything else about you. You were beautiful and... and... and way out of his league.

And all throughout dinner you kept proving to Bucky that you were definitely, most ardently, way too good for him. You were smart, funny, so fucking gorgeous he was drooling before drinks even arrived. He was also pretty sure that even if you did like him enough to want to date him, sex would be off the table. Or maybe it would have to be on the table so he could spread you out and give you enough support that he didn't crush you when he fuck-

"Bucky."

The way you said his voice made him blush, his head snapping in your direction to give you all of his attention.

"Sam and Steve are heading out, apparently 5am runs are more important than spending time with their best friends," you glared playfully in their direction for a moment before turning back to him. "Do you wanna get a drink? I know a great place."

Yeah you certainly did know a great place. Your apartment. Bucky's nerve skyrocketed when stopped in front of the building, but you were holding his hand and dragging him up the steps and into the oversized elevator before he could stutter out any sort of response.

One second he was thinking he'd have a nice cup of tea and ask you on a second date, the next his tongue was in your mouth with your fingers digging into his scalp until his whole body shivered with anticipation. He gripped your ass harder, pushing you against the door to your apartment until you let out moan loud enough to wake the dead.

"Inside," he gasped, not letting you go even as you twisted to open the door.

Bucky rushed inside, kicking the door closed behind him. You kissed every part of him you could reach; his cheek, his jaw, his neck. You nibbled at his sensitive skin until he knew he'd have a mark tomorrow he'd have to explain to Steve at work. Nimble finger undid his shirt while he was still trying to catch up with everything.

"Fuck hell, were you carved by the gods?" Your breathy laugh echoed around your nearly empty apartment.

He took a moment to see everything, scared of knocking something over in his hasty. It was all so open planned, vast even compared to his tiny place. Bucky avoided the bed against the far wall, he'd feel like shit if he broke that now.

"Couch."

You read his mind. He stumbled his way to the overstuffed, oversized sofa placed near the center of your loft. Anxiety was starting to tickle in his gut as you continued to get undressed. The scars ruined his back and hindquarters stung like the wounds were still fresh, even as you kissed and teased his flesh. Your fingers traced over the raised lines.

"I-" he started, "look, doll, you don't-"

"Bucky, I want to do this. Do you?"

Yes. Absolutely. He struggled to think of something better than fucking your little brains out right now, but there was still a part of him holding back. He knew he was the freak your interspecies relationship. There was a reason most centaurs don't form relationships with other species.

"Yes," he finally said, "but it's not like the most intimate way to have sex, ya know? I'm practically trampling you at your size."

"Oh don't tease," you joked, tucking a curl of his hair behind his ear. "Look, I've got the condom and lube, so as long as you don't gag me I can make it sexy."

Bucky paused. Did he want to know what you meant by that? Maybe not right now. He smiled, reminding himself that there was no point getting anxious. You both had a great time at dinner, all this was really just icing on the cake. He kissed you again before letting you drop to the floor to get the supplies, giving your ass a slap as you ran towards your bed across to the room. As casually as he could while your back was turned, he checked the height of your couch. Definitely a good height and it seemed sturdy.

He flinched when your warm hand slid against his coat, his muscles tensing even as his cock twitched. His anxiety crashed over him again, questions trying to stomp out every bit of his arousal. He got so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice you kneel beside him until he felt your breath on his cock. Your small hand wrapped around him, stroked him slowly. Bucky twisted around to see you, your lips part and your hand between your legs, teasing yourself.

"Shit, doll," he said, his own hand coming up to pull at nipples.

"I'm not gonna lie to ya, Buck, I'm a bit of a slut." You kissed the tip of his now leaking cock. The wrap being ripped open and put on made him quake. "I'm not gonna need much prep and I don't want it. I wanna feel you splitting me in half."

"Then fucking getting up here."

The moment you were in reach, Bucky grabbed you and yanked you over the arm of the couch. Your squeak of surprise turned into a moan he spread your cheeks. He ripped the bottle of lube from your hand and popped the cap. He poured a generous amount between your cheeks and watched the clear liquid glisten over your skin.

Two fingers easily slid in, your body relaxed into the plush sofa.

"More," you demanded, pushing your hips back into his hand.

Bucky leaned over, his front knee squeezed between you and the sofa, until he could nuzzle into your neck. Finally paying you back for the love marks you left on his neck.

"You always this hungry, doll? I can feel your bitty hole trying to swallow my fingers." He grunted, a third finger slipping inside you easily.

His fingers curled until your body quaked, moans falling from your lips like water. You kept thrusting your hips back, begging him to go harder and faster. Bucky's cock ached between his legs. He couldn't stop thinking about being inside you, feeling your body squeeze and milk him dry.

"Please," you moaned, your back arching so beautifully. "Fuck me. Fill me up with your big cock until I'm busting at the seams."

"You keep talkin' like that doll and I won't last."

Still his fingers slipped out of you and he drizzled more lube on. Bucky shifted forward until his body covered yours, his front legs caging you in, and his cock teased your slick hole. He slid his dick through the mess of lube until you threatened to fuck yourself with his dick.

"Just tell me if it's too much, okay?" He lined up carefully

"It won't be- fuck."

A moan ripped through your chest, his cock spearing into you. It sent jolts of pleasure through all his limbs, the squeezing and pulsing of your muscles around his cock had him falling forward. He stilled for a moment, trying to regain control of himself.

"Shit, Buck, so full, so big." You whimpered, your body trapped beneath his. "Move please, I wanna fucking cum on you cock. Need you fuck me. Don't hold back."

He dug his fingers into the cushion, one of his hands reaching underneath him for you. You woven your fingers into his, steadying him, assuring him you weren't just putting up with his needs. You wanted Bucky.

His hips drove forward. The couch jolted across the floor with each thrust of his hips. Bucky didn't completely fit inside, but fuck was your body trying to swallow him up. He moaned your name, over and over again like prayer while he tried to ruin your body.

"Yes, Buck, right there. Fuck so good, so good, always wanna be this full. So fucking perfect. Fucking me so good. I'm so close."

Your fingers squeezed his, whole body seizing up at the force of your oncoming orgasm until you screamed his name. Bucky could feel your orgasm in his soul, the spasm of your body around his cock turning his brain complete off until all he could think was finish, cum, finish, cum. Your little whimpers of praise only edges him, encouraging him.

"That's it, use me Bucky, fucking me so good. Not gonna be able to walk right tomorrow and all I can think about is you fucking me again and again until you don't even need to prep me. Fuck! Ruin me!"

On your final command, he broke. His hips stuttered, burying himself as deeply as he could inside you. His knees collapsed and he knew his was probably crushing you, but he didn't have any strength left. Bucky shivered, sweat cooling off his body too quickly. He felt your hum of satisfaction more than he heard it. His breath still coming out in pants, he lifted himself up enough for you to scoot out from underneath him. He shivered again, the loss of your body heat made his muscles ache more. You removed the condom for him, trying it off and dropping it somewhere out of reach for now.

"You okay?" You asked, a glowing dazed smile on your lips.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck until he was practically falling asleep over your couch.

"I am so okay," he sighed. "Your dirty mouth might have killed me though."

You laughed, kissing his hair and stroking his shoulder.

"Just waiting until we fuck without a condom, Buck. You'll get to hear all my naughty cream pie dreams then."

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